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They say you can't go home, god knows I've tried
Seems that I'm all alone by your side
When the perfect picture hung is just a dusty wall
The words that have been sung I can't recall
His voice still echoes off these walls where he was born
And where he passed my haunted soul will always mourn
And his will last the boy is gone
I saw myself in him, I've lost my sight
His sweet shadow dimmed our light
Memories creep through me like flaming vines
And now we're a memory in time
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