| 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 |