If I were to see you on the street, would it come back?
Would I remember everything?
Would it just be a dull throbbing against the wall of my head?
I wander around and I listen to the music
Only to see the shadows of time, of you
Slip through the cracks of the wall
Disappearing in the midst of painted concrete
So I keep moving, losing myself...
In you but without you.
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