So strange I remember you in protest of a prayer,
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and falling back from seas we fear to sail.
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I swear I saw the shooter, gold teeth and a double dare,
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Postmodern warnings seem inclined to fail.
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Feigning an apology.
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Those words they never left your lips.
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Those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships,
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So strange that I remember you,
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kneeling deep in Nietzsche's lies
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my throat was an open grave i drank your stained glass eyes
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and they taste like dead cathedrals
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that are crumbling beneath a weight, ten thousand jaded tourists
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who've traded in their hearts and hands for
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disposable cameras, set to document to decay,
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set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away.
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(...breathing the fumes of our machines...)
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We've lost our way.
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(...breathing through television dreams...)
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If we could only see us now.
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If we could only see us now.
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The words of the dead ring in our ears,
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but its only a lie.
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The voice in your head brings you to tears,
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but you don't know why.
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The words of the dead ring in our ears,
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but its only a lie.
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The voice in your head brings you to tears,
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but its only a lie,
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yes, its only a lie,
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...isn't it?
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So Strange I Remember You
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| Thrice |
