Do you remember when Pepper said he knew a man who killed himself behind his shed because he couldn't go on living a life that had gone so wrong; and do you recall those times just writing rhymes because we had nothing much better to do, or the day we two fought with fists that thumped and words that swerved then seared and burned the love we had because it was true? Time stopped then but no mourners came to weep over shredded northern souls. And although broken hearts still beat in time and wide clear eyes still shine with the madness which is deep inside we have changed, as well we might, and travelled across space and time.
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