Look, it's downhill all the way from here.

And I could almost like you
Now it's nearly over

It was strange (that's my new word for this weekend, I use it for everything) right from the arrival. I turned down a street I've come to many times before in the last year, the road upon which once my yearning, my beautiful, my Achingly Defiant lived. Only I stopped short, about a block or so, and climbed the long steps to Roo's home.

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old habits

But Lazarus, he only did it just the one time
He couldn't face another try

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