Aren't I the servant of my sins
And the lord of selfishness still
I pay at the door and come back for more
But back on the dunes of Indiana
And the shells on Sanibel Island
And the hills of Grenadier Park
Where we would sled till after dark
All the way back to Sunnyside
The years of hiding and laughter
Where the past achieves a perfection
The future could only long for
I still feel we turned a corner
Somewhere back there everything
Changed for the better
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