It's never too late to admit that you were wrong, when the journey has made you wise enough to know the time has come, to end the tradition.
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We came this far, to admit that we were wrong and the time we wasted, has made us who we are.
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Though the recovery has just begun, it will one day be complete,
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For we are forever in transition, blazing paths of radical change.
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With our interest in good intentions, satisfied.
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We leave with peace even though we failed, knowing at least we tried.
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Lessons learned, perspective earned, clear sight on the highway drive at night.
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A bigger picture is on the horizon, and the view is easy on the eyes.
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It was what it was but it will be no more.
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From now on we are only going forward (without you).
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For no more will we invest our time.
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Repairing unions or rekindling old fires.
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The highway was once the only thing between us, but it is all that connects us now.
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Sever all ties! Cut your losses and run!
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One thing we have learned, from the cycle of repetition,
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Patterns of negative thought always bring you back to the same old places.
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No more will we waste our time, with those who have lost touch
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No more will we reach out to them, or let them come to us
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Let the void of your presence, be the voice that speaks in your turn
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Let the ashes of the past be sifted by those who let it burn.
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No more will we gather, on occasion in the same place
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No more will we continue to recognize a common faith
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No more will we travel, long distances to maintain our bond
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No more will we unite as one, this is the end of tradition.
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At the opposite ends of a void, the highways divide us forevermore!
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End Of Tradition
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| Woods Of Ypres |
