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I can't say that i miss my old dog much |
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And i've never looked back since i left home long ago |
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But i hoped a trip into the country |
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Would help remind me all the things i used to know |
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That's what i came for |
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That's what i hoped for |
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There once was good blood in the breeze here |
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We rode across the lake each new year |
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What have i remembered |
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What did this used to be |
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The ice, it used to shine upon our river |
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It was a mirror that the cold dark water ran away deep beneath |
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And here were many years of winter drownings |
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I kept track of these things as they were told to me |
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And that's what i came for |
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That's what i hoped for |
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There once was good blood in the breeze here |
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We rode across the lake each new year |
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What have i remembered |
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What did this used to be |
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The changes of the year were once like breathing |
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Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent |
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But i cannot rewrite my old diaries |
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I can only recall all the things that came & went |
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And that's what i came for |
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That's what i hoped for |
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There once was good blood in the breeze here |
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We rode across the lake each new year |
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What have i remembered |
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What did this used to be |