History
v1 one day, i sang a song
without ever even being heard
perhaps she sang along
and then felt that same long, tender burn
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coulda been free
from history
but history
didn't hear me
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v2
trapped 'side a room
without knowing she was very small
while gingerly tracing her fingers
between her heartstrings, tall
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she could be free
from history
and history
doesn't have to see me
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bridge
if she could just
bury me under the second best memory
neath reflections of your tears
trace me in the mirror
breathe me, sing me in the last remnants of your tears
bury me
forget me
but still
breathe me
ah ah ah
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bridge
maybe just
trace me
feel me
just be me
instead of forget me
ah ah ah
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v3
if her little heart
didn't grow so very ill
she splendor her words with tender love
till she found peace and still
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and she'd be free
from my history
and my history
would be free
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bridge
if she could just
bury me
forget me
but still breathe me
ah ah ah
bridge
maybe just
trace me
feel me
just be me
instead of forget me
ah ah ah
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if you want me
if you hear me
if you touch me
if you felt me
if you feel me
you wouldn't feel the tragedy
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if you want me
if you hear me
if you touch me
if you felt me
if you feel me
you'd forget all about me and my history
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