| Oh I’ve been down this road for far too long,
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| and now these tired bones refuse to walk, to carry on
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| Loosen your grip and let the noise
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| Of these notes become your voice.
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| The shackles of your greed
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| Will rust away, they will recede
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| We were fine then we didn’t mind back then
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| In the summer making our own plans.
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| Open your hand, admit you see,
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| and with time you’ll understand me.
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| It’s not right, these games we play
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| I want it all and you hide away
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| We were fine then, we didn’t mind back then
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| In the summer making our own plans.
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| On we walk down the block to find it,
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| but we ain’t gonna find it, not anymore.
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| Passing windows, look at the reflection
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| We walk in no particular direction anymore, not anymore.
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| We were fine then, we didn’t mind back then
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| In the summer making our own plans. |