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Center City
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We used to walk around center city and talk about everything under the sun. Even in moments of silence your smile said so much... But the shine in your eyes is fleeting like Fairbank's light in December. The shine in your eyes is quickly fleeting. We used to spend our time making music and fixing up the house. We used to make time for love but it's different now. Your priorities changed. The drugs got in the way. Our relationship was bound to fade. We moved back to the suburbs and tried to make it work but six months went by and things just got worse. I tried to stay in love but I couldn't do it anymore. I spent years feeling guilty about the way it all went down. Many times I've lost sleep thinking of that night. The tears rolled down your face when I broke the news to you. A decade in the making, within a moment we were through. I left town for a while and moved on with my life but a part of me went missing when I left that night. I tried to stay in love but I couldn't do it anymore.
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You had a beautiful wife and two healthy kids; living in a large house in the suburbs. You had a stable job that paid well and had money saved in the bank. Excitement was a feeling you no longer felt. Predictable became status quo. Though you were living the American dream, you died inside a long time ago... So you packed your bags and traveled west. Your old life disappeared with the sunset. Into the night, you drove and never looked back once. You didn't leave a note. You didn't bother to phone the family you left all alone. You didn't have the strength to be a man; selfishly turn and ran to start your worthless life all over again. You didn't leave a note. You didn't bother to phone the family you left all alone. You didn't have the strength to be a man; selfishly turn and ran to start your worthless life all over again.
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Instead of filling my time working on projects I've resigned to the couch. My eyes are glued to the TV set. I can't get up. I can't get up. I can't get up. 'Cause I've lost interest in the things I loved. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation with a one-way ticket and no cash to make its way back home. I've been feeling short of motivation and it's such a frustration that I can't find anything that piques my interest like when I was young. Instead of making dinner I order takeout. I overeat and feel like trash. I can't commit to a workout plan. I just give up. I just give up. I just give up. 'Cause I've lost interest in the things I loved. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation with a one way ticket and no cash to make its way back home. I've been feeling short of motivation and it's such a frustration that I can't find anything that piques my interest like when I was young. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation. I've been looking hard for inspiration but my brain's on vacation with a one way ticket and no cash to make its way back home. I've been feeling short of motivation and it's such a frustration that I can't find anything that piques my interest like when I was young.
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When I hung up the phone I knew it was the end. I lost a confidant and a best friend. We share the same tattoos etched into our skin and they'll be there until we rot in our coffins. When I saw no response to the text that I sent you I figured you moved on to something new. I know it ended badly. I can't help feeling like I lost a brother. There's lots of fish in the sea but you are like no other. I hope one day I'll see you again. I hope one day I'll see you again. I hope one day I'll see you again. I hope on day I'll see you...
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Hearing rain drops beating against my window. I sink my head deeper into my pillow. These kind of days I waste away as I toss and turn in bed for hours but never seem to wake. I feel like television white noise; a scattered blur yet always looks the same. I feel like television white noise; A constant hiss that fills ears with pain. Feeling pressure. It's giving me a headache. I take some pills but nothing's any better. On these cold nights I hate my ways as I fall into depression that never seems to fade. I feel like television white noise; a scattered blur yet always looks the same. I feel like television white noise; A constant hiss that fills ears with pain. There's no energy for trying. I'm weak and wearing thin. There's no point to fighting this battle I can't win. There's no energy for trying. I'm weak and wearing thin. There's no point to fighting this battle I can't win. No, I can't win. No, I can't win. No, I can't win. No, I can't win.
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