I Kept Everything

The Church

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    I kept everything
    Mornings and days paraded through space
    And stripped of all their meaning

    I saved everything
    But this afternoon I just ran out of room
    I haven't got the foggiest

    Yeah (yeah, yeah) let me get this straight
    If it's a matter of luck (yeah, yeah)
    Or a matter of fate

    I'm a tiny little flash in a damaged universe
    You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse

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    Trying to find you
    Try to remind you
    Trying to find you

    I see everything
    Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer
    That smashes up the evening

    I heard everything
    Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks
    I haven't got a feeling left

    Wait (yeah, yeah)
    Let me sort this out
    If it's a question of faith (yeah, yeah)
    Or a question of doubt

    You're an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place
    I wonder who's representing you, handling your case

    Trying to find you
    Try to remind you
    Trying to find you

    (Yeah, yeah)
    (Trying to find you) (Oh, oh)

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    Composición: Marty Willson-Piper, Steve Kilbey, Peter Koppes y Tim Powles

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