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James Taylor Places In My Past

. Of the people in my past, fading faces in a waking dream, and though they never seemed to last very long, there are faces I remember from the places in my past

two. Of the people in my past, fading faces in a waking dream, and though they never seemed to last very long, there are faces I remember from the places in my past

that time my heart was all broke I looked like ashes and smelled like smoke And I turned away from my loving kind Try to leave my body and live in my