An Anecdote - Disremembering | Текст песни

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The future will erase my current self
Without my consent
The future will erode my past and I will never again be present
The future will erase my thoughts and leave me hopeless on my bed
And I will cry forever more because me love will die again again again
And I won't know that this call's been made a hundred times before
I won't remember

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