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Time goes by I fall out of touch
I can't explain why I fall so much
I bought a pack of cigarettes
Sent an old Elvis stamp to your new address
The weather's here with showers, fine
Wish that you could read between the lines
Cause I am nothing.
You are more than flesh and blood
A golden door. Let me come inside of you
Let me do the things I want to do
Now take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give
Cause you are like the ocean I'm a river that's run dry
If you cannot reach me all my white flowers they will die
Now take me down to where you live
Take the things I cannot give
Now take me down to where you live
Take the things I cannot give
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