An image from a long long time ago Is haunting me It plays itself with picture perfect clairty -forever twenty three- For only me to see I watch it like a movie The details so consume me What's real will surface when it's gone (and then it's gone) By now you've heard the news What is there left to do? I watch it like a movie The details so consume me What's real will surface when it's gone (and then it's gone) Your face looks so familar Unwashed and quite peculiar No I can't say that I recall I guess it's gone
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