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The new morning sun, brushed across the table Those shadows that hide, I push out of my room There's fruit on the table, right beside an open book My sore and flickering eyes struggle through time. Chorus I was never fond of Souvenirs, nor long goodbyes that linger on, all these years. Saw the light dancing, upon ocean waves Out in the distance, the lighthouse is burning Sunshine passes, shadows fall, nothing matters - not at all Waves crash down upon the rocks, where my hope lies buried Chorus I was never fond of Souvenirs, nor long goodbyes that linger on, all these years |
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