An image from a long, long time ago is haunting me
It plays itself with picture perfect clarity
A certain walk, a certain talk, forever twenty-three
For only me to see
I watch it like a movie
The details so consume me
What's real will surface when it's gone
And then it's gone
By now you've heard the news
What is there left to do?
I watch it like a movie
The details so consume me
What's real will surface when it's gone
And then it's gone
Your face looks so familiar
Unwashed and quite peculiar
No, I can't say that I recall
I guess it's gone
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