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[The lyrics are for a revised version.]

[Verse 1]
The shared jokes fade, a muted tone,
Like photographs bleached, utterly alone. 
I reach for a name, a familiar face, 
‘Oh, I’ll tell ’ – the thought finds no space. 
‘Oh, no, I can’t!’ – the echo remains, 
A deflation in the heart, a silent stain.

[Pre Chorus]
How strange, to miss the laughter
The joke doesn't get to land—
To hold a story in your hand
With no one left who’d understand.

[Chorus]:
The channels close, a static rain, 
Like a discontinued show, a faded gain.
No reception found, a silent screen,
A sudden absence, stark and keen.
A fragile moment, lost to the grey,
A ghost of laughter, slipping away.

[Bridge]
That audience has gone—
They’re absent for the punchlines,
For the “you had to be there,”
For the half-remembered songs.
Attrition creeps up,
Takes you unawares,
And the urge to reach out
Is cut short—
Just air.

[Pre Chorus]
How strange, to miss the laughter
The joke doesn't get to land—
To hold a story in your hand
With no one left who’d understand.

[Outro]:

[Simple, sustained piano chord – fades slowly]

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