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Went by our old house a little while ago
Nothing but a mailbox
And weeds were growing

Rusted red swing swaying in the breeze
Handprints in

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When we're not here anymore
It all comes down
To who we were and what we stood for
Not what we had and not where we lived
So when we're told

worried hearts with fear

Whoever hungers won't see many days to come
Whoever has no roof won't be with us for long
Bring in the last few crops that wither

I dreamt that they we escaped here
Left the surface and drifted away
The heavy load was nowhere
I couldn't see, I couldn't feel a thing

We were