Thursday, August 30, 2012

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The sounds that tell me so have lost their way and just let go
In that place where those sounds echo into the night
It's the flight that takes us away, we go
And then here I am just lying here again, thinking about the old days

Whatever happened to our youth, remember when we were free
We always have been. It's not where you are, it's what you have seen
All the pieces in the puzzle
A lot has been forgotten

The friends we make along the way are all we have
Eating and drinking together and talking late into the night
To be here is to realise
What the things are that make you want to live

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