No Address

No Address - Mother Sunday

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There are places that I've been to

Places part of me

Places that I've left

And I don't remember them

There are things I want to tell you

Secrets that I keep

Things I've got to tell you

But they're better left unsaid

People that I talk to

Think they're wasting time

Think that they are trapped

But I know that's just a lie

Pull your candle in closer

Put your hand above the flame

Smash your glass on the table

Now talk about love

Well there's love I can remember

Love not far away

Lovers I remember

But there's nothing left to say

Pictures I've forgotten

Pictures part of me

Pictures on the wall

All get put away

Let's stop all of this talking

Just sit and take it in

Stop or I am walking

And all we got is wasted.

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