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Think Of Me

Dead Artist Syndrome

I thought of you the other day,
Remembered love, and how it fades away,
Like a child's breath on a window pane,
To touch the face I loved, one again.

Do you think of me?
Do you think of me?

I felt the sadness that fell like rain,
A shattered dream that still remains,
Locked away with all my tears,
Washed away by all my tears,
So long ago; do you wonder what could have been?
Will you tell your friends you knew me when'?

Do you think of me?
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me?

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie,
Lie, lie, lie, good-bye.

Do you think of me?
Do you think of me?






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