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I had the idea for this song a few years back, but only recently sat down with it long enough to make something of it. It's still a work in progress.
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Rewind to the part,
Where our hearts aren't blind,
And remind me of better days,
And deserted anticipation.
And so I flirted with Death incarnate,
Drew on my hand a list upon it,
Of recollections and photographs,
Of nights I cried and days I laughed.
Rewind to the part,
Where our hearts aren't blind,
And remind me of better days,
And deserted anticipation.
I've heard it,
All said before.
"Keep your hands in your pockets,
And feet on the floor."
Won't you give me,
Time to pretend,
That gold awaits me,
At rainbow's end?
Rewind to the part,
Where our hearts aren't blind,
And remind me of better days,
And deserted anticipation.
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