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I楰 believedć˘emory might mirror no reflections on me,
I楰 believed梊hat in forgetting I might set myself free.
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked.
I bled楰 tried to hide the heart from the head.
And I楰 said I bled楰n the arms of a girl I'd barely met.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned.
And if I can't see itćŻ for want of梹ou
You said, "I see"
If there's nothing here then itćŻ probably mine
My楾y turn to seeć˘f there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked.
I楰 guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
I楰 guess I've learned if itćŻ in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the groundć˘nd then I drowned.
And if I can't see itćŻ for want of梹ou
You.
