Through the woods
And the weddings
Through the waterparks

Past the house where you turned eleven
Through the falling snow

Tell me,
Is old echo mine?
Tell me,
Is old echo mine?

Through the books
And in October
Through the howling winds
If you recall,
The church was there before it burned to the ground

Tell me,
Is old echo mine?
Tell me,
Is old echo mine?

Tell me,
Is old echo mine?
Tell me,
Is old echo mine?

Tell me,
Is old echo mine?
Tell me,
Is old echo mine?

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