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Here we go again
The pavement soaked with rain
The streetlights make the tarmac glisten
A memory replayed
A choice you could have made
If you had had the sense to listen
Sometimes there's a reason
That's not the road you travelled on
There's a hold we can't pull back from
If there's a chance that we were wrong
The spirits speak in whispers
But I can hear them still
There is no pill, no potion
That can cure us of all ills
Discard the moments gone
And valiantly press on
To find another cause to believe in
Pretend we are unscathed
The hardship all erased
Bear witness to the death of reason
We're quick to raise a glass to glory
Before the blood has even dried
All is well if it ends well
No matter what was left behind
The spirits speak in whispers
But I can hear them still
There is no pill, no potion
That can cure us of all ills
With logic all but gone
And wisdom frowned upon
We're told a bright new day is dawning
Here's the golden rule
We're never taught in school
Ignore the past and all its warnings
How soon we all forget the journey
Because somehow we survived
The dust that's kicked up from that old dirt road
Still stains the fabric of our lives