Let these pages fly away
Flag poles in the sun, same Saturday
Reflected off a window, is where you'll stay
Where you'll stay
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you in
I turned you into old pictures
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I build you out of nothing
To have you near
I remembered you on trains
So now you're on every train I hear
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you in
I turned you into old pictures
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you into old pictures
I wished that you were gone
So you're gone
Let these pages fly away
Flagpoles in the sun, same Saturday
And reflected off a window
Is where you'll stay
Where you'll stay
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you in
I turned you into old pictures
I turned you in
I turned you into whispers
I turned you in
I turned you into old pictures
and whispers

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