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Lunariou - Memory Thief

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Lunariou - Memory Thief

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Lunariou
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Lyrics: Memory... Memory... Thief... I move through the streets where the faces blur, one touch, one flash, then the past returns. A birthday candle, a broken door, a mother’s voice from a year before. I take what they hide in the back of their eyes, small little pieces of borrowed lives. I keep them close, but they never last, they fall like ashes from someone’s past. The more I take, the less I know, these stolen moments come and go. I hear their names inside my sleep, but none of them belong to me. I’m a memory thief, stealing names from the past. Every smile that I keep turns to dust in my hands. I can feel what they lost, but I don’t know my name. I remember their love, but I don’t feel the same. Memory, memory, falling out of me. Memory, memory, tell me who I used to be. Then I saw your face in a stranger’s mind, standing in rain at the edge of time. You said my name like you knew my ghost, like I was the one that you missed the most. I searched through the fragments, frame by frame, but all I found was an empty place. How many hearts did I tear apart, just to lose the shape of my own heart? The more I chase, the more I fade, a shadow wearing borrowed days. I hear your voice inside my sleep, saying please come back to me. I’m a memory thief, stealing names from the past. Every smile that I keep turns to dust in my hands. I can feel what they lost, but I don’t know my name. I remember their love, but I don’t feel the same. What if I gave it all back? Every laugh, every tear, every photograph. Would there be something left of me, or just an echo where I used to be? I took the world to feel alive, now I’m the one I can’t recognize. I’m a memory thief, stealing names from the past. Every smile that I keep turns to dust in my hands. I can feel what they lost, but I don’t know my name. I remember their love, but I don’t feel the same. Memory, memory, falling out of me. Memory, memory, tell me who I used to be. Tell me who I used to be... Memory... Thief...