| Passing emotions lead us to
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| Places so far in the past
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| Encounters, persons, themes
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| That means so much to us
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| Everytime when go there
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| It’s different again
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| New shades appear — The old fades away
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| Nuances chance our view
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| Sometimes darkness — Sometimes light
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| Day becomes the blackest light
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| When present and memory collide
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| We sway the unwritten past
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| A complicated quest just to find
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| The desired peace of mind
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| Invisible wounds
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| Opened wide
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| Aversion turns into glorification
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| Hate turns into an indefinable kind of love
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| Will we ever forgive?
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| Will we ever forget?
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| Looking at it in retrospect
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| Do we regret
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| It’s just a matter of our view
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| A matter of our mood
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| Unfixable, unchanceable
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| Yet impermanent
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| A place inside our heads
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| Chaotic and full of shreds
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| Shreds of yesteryear
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| That won’t disappear
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| Dismembered and put together
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| Consistence — Tough as a feather
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| Lightweight but there to stay
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| Though details fade away
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| Though details fade away
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| The unwritten past
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| We sway
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| We sway the unwritten past
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| Passing emotions lead us to
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| Places so far in the past
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| Encounters, persons, themes
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| That means so much to us
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| Sometimes clarity — Sometimes blur
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| The here and now — A saboteur
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| Manipulating the scene
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| No chance to intervene
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| Everytime when go there
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| It’s different again
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| New shades appear — The old fades away
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| Nuances chance our view
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| Aversion turns into glorification
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| Hate turns into an indefinable kind of love |