| Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?
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| '87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog
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| Afraid we’ll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues
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| Wearing my suburban frown
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| I let my body drown
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| Lost track of the resilience that once helped me from falling down
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| Don’t carry my casket, throw my ashes to the wind
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| Begin the culmination
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| They say good things come with age
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| Cancer, finances, jobs with shitty pay
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| Disdain for my coming of age
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| Wisdom’s a prisoner to my pent up rage
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| Comfort in sins tuck me into my death bed
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| Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?
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| '87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog
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| Afraid we’ll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues
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| Been depressed about the adult crash
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| Yeah, I never thought I’d be tricked like that
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| For all I know still got a ways to go
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| Until I’m leaving for good and ain’t lookin' back
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| Bottom of the deepest ocean
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| Wasn’t quite what I was hopin'
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| Old wounds found ways to reopen
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| Leaving me confused
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| Victims of imagination
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| Do my best to fight persuasion
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| Don’t know if I have the patience
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| To wait it out and maybe bloom |