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Wrong to say that I am giving up
right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home and doors that
transform me alone, sunny days should leave a
message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
for I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
all your lectures will become converted into
static hum, sunny days should leave a message
on my phone
Oh to sleep per chance to dream
to live again those joyous scenes
the laughter and the follies that
are locked away inside my head
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