Lyrics
To return to the cold
To go back to a cold place or situation
It isn't much fun
Returning is not enjoyable
To touch the trees no one has known
Touching trees that no one has experienced
Go rest your head
A directive to rest one's head, possibly suggesting seeking solace
'Cause you can't miss this
Highlighting the importance of not missing a particular experience or event
Poor boy became
A person who was once poor has transformed
A slave to use
Becoming a slave to something to be used
Now despair moves in so close
Despair is approaching closely
Too many years free at last
After many years, finally experiencing freedom
He didn't know so learned to speak
Not knowing and learning to speak
He clears his throat
Clearing one's throat, possibly indicating discomfort or hesitation
'Cause you can't miss this
Reiteration of not missing a significant experience
Poor boy became
Reiteration of a person transforming from poverty
A slave to use
Becoming a slave for use again
Rebuild what's left
Rebuilding what remains, possibly of oneself
Of this child, so weak
Addressing the fragility of a child
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Expressing regret, transformation, and disruption of plans
Death, stores, victims
Mentioning death, stores, and victims, possibly indicating hardship and loss
Once more
No specific meaning; possibly a transition or pause in thought
Keep on burnin' through the noose
Persisting through challenges or difficulties
To return, to the cold
Reiterating the desire to return to a cold place
It isn't much, but I'm free at last
Acknowledging the insignificance of the return, but emphasizing freedom
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