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I'll see you somewhere along the river, as this |
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hiatus ends and summer turns to fall. If you bring |
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your words I'll bring pen and paper. It's been a |
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lot of time and a lot of ache between the days that |
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we've shared. But none that matters now, we've |
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got a past that's past and a fall not to fall. |
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We once sung about loss and the memories that |
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a room brings. You've met her now, by the lock. |
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We once walked through town, through the blocks |
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where I grew up. Those blocks need you now. |
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There'll be names on all walls you pass. Some of |
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them you'll learn, some you won't have to, they're |
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no longer with us. There'll be history in streets |
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you'll walk that you won't ever know of. Who |
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wrote it, for what reasons and who it's written |
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about. So lay down your own and put me in it. |
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'Cause I need to forget and replace, let go and |
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move on to something better |
