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I put the tape in the VCR last night, watched years flash by in reverse, watched it all come undone then I flicked out the tape looked at the black box of memories and stories
A seventeen years fight. With me, myself, and I. A seventeen years match. When will it end? A seventeen years battle. When will I gain the upper hand? A seventeen years combat.
Through all the wind, and all the tremor, I swear times do indeed get better. Through all the failures, tears, and scars, I swear you'll reach the golden stars.
I remember him, He was strong and full of joy, It was him I loved. Taking for granted, What once was forever mine, Caused him to be gone.