The Black Heart Procession....Days peel off and pass away....

like souvenirs from a distant place, postcards from your memories, just like an old love line or dividing wall that fell, this'll never be forgotten, these are not just words, do you remember the things we said? do you remember the things we said? the smoke and script changed through the years, the stories blend and lies were fed, I know some things can't be explained, just like an old scar or this thorn in my side, this'll never be forgotten these are not just words, do you remember the things we said?do you remember the things we said? I'll try to remember the things we said, I'll try to remember the things we said of all these things we have forgotten....

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