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Part one of something I hope goes as well as the idea.
A road I’ve walked before
Same place with different scenery
Old faces are buried
While new ones arise
They can’t know
I’ve those fires I’ve endured
Of the lives I’ve taken
In the name of them
Chorus:
This return
To a place I thought I knew
To a place that kept me warm
And I home I used to have
Another step with the crunch of memory
Under my heel
My head is spinning
Like the movie reels
Showing our achievement
But not the change
Chorus
A false hope
For something that had long since passed
The thing that kept me going
From giving up at last
This change can’t be real
Because I see scraps of the old
Just ethereal
Chorus
A road I’ve walked before
Same place with different scenery
Old faces are buried
While new ones arise
They can’t know
I’ve those fires I’ve endured
Of the lives I’ve taken
In the name of them
Chorus:
This return
To a place I thought I knew
To a place that kept me warm
And I home I used to have
Another step with the crunch of memory
Under my heel
My head is spinning
Like the movie reels
Showing our achievement
But not the change
Chorus
A false hope
For something that had long since passed
The thing that kept me going
From giving up at last
This change can’t be real
Because I see scraps of the old
Just ethereal
Chorus