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Can't see myself
In your eyes
In your story
The lines, they moved
The weather changed
You left without warning.
All these people that you knew
All these cities you walk through
All this time it took to find you
It ends right here.
The church I made
In your room
Crown of your glory
And no one can
And no one will
Take possession.
All these people that you knew
All these cities you walk through
All this time it took to find you
It ends right here
It ends right here.
Album More music by Beck
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