When I look in my rear view mirror
I see your face
Your headlights shine on me and
The past is not erased
It's not love
It's not hate
It's a photograph

In a darkened theatre I see
Your face on the screen
I watch the credits roll by
And wonder what they mean
It's not love
It's not hate
It's a magazine

I flip the pages backward
And I hear your voice
I watch my life run forward
And I respect the choice
It's not love
It's not hate
It's background noise

When I drop the needle down
And the past comes rushing in
When I pull the book from the shelf
And I think of where we've been
It's not love
It's not hate
It's history

It's not love
It's not hate
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