Mark Bisson
By: Mark Bisson
Catalog ID: 482560   Duration: 3:36   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 124   Vocal: Male Vocals
Genre: Rock Music | Acoustic Rock
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Nostalgic song about getting older, remembering bygone days, places and absent friends. Male lead vocal and guitar leading to full band with synth and piano solo in the middle and end. Great for montage of locations, memories.   Keywords: regrets loss romance reminiscing change moving on heartbreak memory

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Old haunts, old  haunts
Places, where so much time was lost
To the bitter winds
Behind the shabby screens
All the wasted loves 
And the Pointless “might have beens”
Evidence piled high and plain
To bring you back down again
To who you once were,
Way back then, way back there
In the old haunts

Old Friends, old friends
Faces, from far off troubled times
You said you wouldn’t disappear
And you’d always be in touch
In the end the gates were closed
And the distance proved too much
Seems such a dreadful shame
But things they don’t stay the same
By bad luck or fate
We’re all just phantoms that populate
The old haunts…
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