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Julia Stone - The Memory Machine

I miss you

And the memory machine
And the factory

Where we make something of dreams
And we wandered around your streets
With sewn on button eyes

Our ears became our memories

The blind loving the blind
And our voices became our fingers
And you touched me with your song
You touched me all night long

I miss you

I miss you

And the memory machine

Making whiskey from the things
We no longer need

And you kissed me
But I was too drunk to really know
That you loved me

Enough to watch me go

I miss you