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I’ve been down this road before.
I know exactly where it ends.
I’ve been down this road before
and I’m out here riding in the dark living history again.
Out on this highway, passing through the Georgia hills.
I haven’t been back for so long now it seems surreal.
The springtime evening here always smelled so sweet.
I could almost hear your voice and see you sitting in that passenger seat.
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bridge
Like a ghost come back to haunt me.
Playing tricks upon my mind.
Images I’d long forgotten take me back
on a trip through time.
My oh’ my.
My oh’ my.
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Clifford S. Knizley
10/21/01