I walked around People passed
The sun went down It changes fast
And through my days I've found
some ways To hide my thoughts
But what's the cost And if I may
I'll leave some trace Just pretend
It's such a good day for dying
But still I've never been crying
So maybe I should be waiting For
god and me to be dating
I walked on down through my past
I wonder how Those streets would
last
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