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It's in my head
All the cracks and the creases are still there
And I'm trying to work it out
But some things don't fade
I thought this place
And all of its faces were erased
Just boxed up
In the attic inside my brain
Not dead or living
Just somewhere between
These old friends of mine
Have all moved away
The streets are empty now
Every home feels like a grave
These back roads
All lead to houses that were homes
A stock pile of memories
Of a life we made
Not dead or living
Just somewhere between
I wish I could go back
To more than water and black sand
To see foundations laid
Just to observe the change
I wish I could go back
Just to see the face of my dad
To see foundations laid
Just to observe the change
Not better off alone
Not better off in my head
There's an echo in the waves
The repetition of the days
Throw the ashes to the lake
The cracks and the creases are still there
Some things don't change