ashes, ashes, we all fall down. we always played that and never thought about it. |
intender |
it's like we're always setting the stage for the play that's waiting in the wings. |
falls the season of memory. |
when i left town all those years ago to seek my fortune i was already running away from my past, but my past was a lodger in my head you see. |
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