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Sometimes I feel like a part of me was left behind in the place where I grew up nine years.
A small white house that fostered and nurtured a father,
A mother,
And three young kids.

Naive and innocent from the surrounding world.
Always wishing to be timeless,
To be forever young.

Someday we will grow old with our memories folded and sealed.
Little letters dated;
Exempt.
A correspondence of our youth.

And now I stand here,
With no one by my side.
I am abandoned,
And lost.

Give me back the summer scent,
When after rain hits the asphalt.

And now I stand here,
With no one by my side.
A bird never leaves it's nest without someone to follow.
Broken wings,
The higher you are the harder you fall.
And now it's time to find a new place to call home.

Give me back the summer scent,
When after rain hits the asphalt.
Give it all back.
(It's not the same and it will never be the same)

Give it back.

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from No Funeral for the Spirit, released October 1, 2016

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SMALL WONDER HARDCORE

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