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PatsyIn the emptiness of hope Everything is clear That the sounds I often hear Are now drawing near With the passing hands of time Echos from the past A figure of my distant self In a shadow cast I don't want to be the one who Takes the blame tonight Leads this ugly fight Takes the blame tonight Stands up when it's right When time and memory wash All of this away All that will remain A glimpse of yesterday |
