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sunlight through the leaves
afternoons, willow trees
endless moments and evenings
before the internet
kids were hiding cigarrettes
sitting in the field reading
i guess it's half nostalgia
but who's judging us today
when the images are here to stay
we used to talk about a revolution
sharing images and illusions i
on the roof with a pipe and writing
grassy wooden house
poetry, no applause
right until we two were banished
my favourite novel was
flight to afar just because
i had this dream that i would vanish
i guess it's half nostalgia
but who's judging us today?
and it all has been so long ago
we used to talk about a revolution
sharing images and illusions i
on the roof with a pipe and writing
invisible to the world we're fighting
i guess life got in the way
lead us both astray
or it's just the way the story goes
we used to talk about a revolution
sharing images and illusions i
on the roof with a pipe and writing
irrelevant to the world we're fighting
yes we talked of a revolution
whatever happened to you i am wondering
some might say it'll get easier
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