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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

You said this is a used-up world.
You follow the river and your home is in the mountains.
You’ve forgotten your questions, lost your purpose. The beauty is gone.
This house still smells and sounds like you..
all your pillows and records.

I had you here.
had you..
I had you here.
had you.

You said This is the end of the world,
and I believed.
But knowing everything I know now,
the truth is easier to understand.
You are carried by the river, you were born in the ocean.
And this house still smells and sounds like you.

So ask all your questions, try all their answers.
And change as we may, whatever should follow,
I love you.

I had you here..
had you.
I had you here..
had you.

These are lyrics by Aidan Hawken, from 'Pillows and Records'. This was posted at 02:03 PM on 18 December 2006 .
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