| Why am I forgetful
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| When I wanna play
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| Little memories
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| From the years so far away
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| They've been locked where my sadness lays
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| In a garden that's like a tomb
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| It'll grow but just not for you
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| If those thoughts do enter your head
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| They'll just come in fragments
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| Never making sense enough to beget
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| Any big emotion, any sore regrets
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| They're just echoes, you'll hear echoes
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| Instead
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| (You'll hear echoes, I hear echoes, they're just echoes, in my head)
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| (They're just echoes, I hear echoes, in my head)
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| What's this illusion
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| I anticipate
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| That the past is better than the way ahead
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| As I trudge through my days I wait
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| For a feeling that never comes
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| Things are different when you're young
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| This unique flavour of pain
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| Should I let it grasp me?
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| What if I never feel that way again?
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| All that carefree laughter that I can't attain
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| It just echoes, I hear echoes
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| In my head
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| (It just echoes, I hear echoes, in my head)
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| (It just echoes, I hear echoes, in my head)
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| (They're just echoes, I hear echoes, in my head)
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