You roam around the streets
Holding on to your beliefs
that one day you're made to break things
that made your heart sink down to six feet
Next thing you'll realize
theres ice on top of your lies
When it starts to sink in
your skin turns paper thin
and then it calls
you into all these funny laws
you had to deal with just because you got involved
But who told you to
Now youre back into the dark corner
wishing that you could erase the paper tracks you left undone
but all hope is lost
you keep thinking, dreaming
yeah
keep at talking
i pray that you wont even have the time
to come back in and whine
cos no more will we be able to bear when you've gone senile

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