| There was a place that use to be mine
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| A friendly face and easing of time
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| And not long ago I left it behind
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| But how could I know
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| It’s been a long singular road
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| Very good friends they come and they go
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| The ones that I keep are the ones that I know
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| That won’t let me go
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| It’s not like we all, wasted our time
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| Although we tried just getting by
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| The pain in our lives passion supply
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| Do it for the drive fire up it again
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| It’s not like we lost we wasted our time
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| Although we tried just getting by
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| The pain in our lives passion supply
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| Do it for the drive fire up it again
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| Got sick from game and getting too high
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| All of the same after a while
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| And mask out the stain where clever resides
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| We go with the ride
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| Stories change so you can hide
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| Through your newly adopted disguise
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| How did it work out all in your minds
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| So how does that life
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| It’s not like we lost we wasted our time
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| Although we tried just getting by
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| The pain in our lives passion supply
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| Do it for the drive fire up it again |