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This place was never my home, |
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I was one of the statues. |
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The grey was filling senses, |
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killing time |
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waiting for time's turn. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we are collecting lines. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we are making moments. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we are losing things. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we're just made of dust. |
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The stairs are just |
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as long as twenty years ago. |
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Each step hurts, |
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is this how it goes? |
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The thought of one more hand |
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lifting off the weight. |
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It breaks me. |
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These scars, |
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these pictures, |
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these broken bones. |
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They are life, |
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they are life as it goes. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we are collecting lines. |
[02:25.36] |
We're never growing old, |
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we are making moments. |
[02:34.66] |
We're never growing old, |
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we are forgetting things. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we're just made of dust. |
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made of dust |