| Feel the years cut like stone through every promise made, every memory
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| And I’ll find a way to laugh as we look back to those days
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| And what we thought we knew
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| Through the static of the past we’ll squint our eyes and say
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| «I can see it all fading away
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| Fading away.»
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| It comes to me now as a silhouette
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| I’ll spend the rest of my life in the shadow of yesterdays
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| In the best of intentions, failure has found its home
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| It’s as if I’ve lost my will to grow, finding comfort in stagnant dreams
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| Stare into the eyes of the ones I love and find people I’ll never know
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| «The weight of the world is love under the burden of solitude, under the burden
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| of dissatisfaction.» |
| — Allen Ginsberg
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| This new progression seems more like a dead end
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| Like a dead end to me |