I know these roads
each ridge
and narrow bridge
each cheveron
enticing me on
each warning sign I don't need more ammunition
I take in my stride
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased
I've got more than I can spend
with the things I've found
I know these roads
an old hand understands above all, I know what's
expected of me now
veering cliffwards
I don't need more ammunition
I'm just pleased I've got more than I can spend
with the things I've found
I don't dwell on things I'm missing I've been crying
it comes back on these salient days
and it stays
and it says:
"We've never really been away." I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't think of who I'm missing
in my life, anymore
no space or time
I've got no space and no time
for Revengein my life, anymore.
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