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