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I…noticed you were knocking back and talking about the ways you know me,
Times you told me,
And I…couldn’t see anything but you, from up here,
But my legs are walking, my foot’s not talking anymore,
I’ll make my way over to you, if I tour,

But sometimes I let it fade out,
Not anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore,

I…wish I could be something I’m not,
Maybe something I forgot, how to be, oh we’ll see, oh yeah…we’ll see,
For me, I’ll see…I’ll see

Track #2 on Make MusicProduction Notes

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