Open windows let in a breeze.
Memory swoops in and right to mind.
Flashes, blurs and feelings.
Times and westplaces.
When you gonna find the time to go back there again?
To when you thought it would never end.
The same people, the same places all of the time.
When you gonna find the time to go back there again?
You realize you're so far away from it all
Ran away mostly for yourself.
For her, the miscommunications still linger in the air.
Don't kid yourself,
When you gonna find the time to go back there again?
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