Ours is the legacy of waste
waste all the things we turned to dust
simple if we would like to find
punished by words i'm takin
finally pressed you'd like to know
known for the trip unfolding
pleasantries building as we go
timid the way i'll take it
Now memory is over memories over
are you still remembering
never meant to go there
are you still remembered
All through the dress i lie awake
tearful as i've been binding
only in your mind to make
helpful or not i take it
Now memory is over memories over
are you still remembering
never meant to go there
are you still remembered

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