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Revolving doors are going out of style. |
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Time may change me but this place will not change me. |
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Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of progress. |
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A heartbeat will still pump every ounce into my being (x3) |
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Distilled to it's purest form it still runs black. |
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I'm beginning to think. |
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That this is going to end. |
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While we're all standing in the past. |
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I'm beginning to think. |
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We're all coming undone. |
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The last of the battles to be won. |
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Go! Time may change me but this place will not change me. |
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Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of progress. |