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THE AFTERMATH

Memories eclectic 

Of the way this used to be

And though not what you expected

In your prism of possibilities 

​

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

Nothing lasts or even stays the same

​

All I have are pictures

Ghosts preserved by light

And now the past feels like fiction

Colour fade to white

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don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

And in the end, these things always change

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It's agonising just how trying everything seems to be
I am waiting for the day when you come serpentine my way


won't hear a word you say

won't hear a word you say

won't hear a word you say

won't hear a word you say

 

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

And in the end, these things always change

don't know that I can help you

And I'm not sure that I want to anyway...

won't hear a word you say

And in the end, you'll see why I stayed away

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