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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,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. |
| [00:54.44] |
We're never growing old, |
| [00:58.70] |
we are making moments. |
| [01:03.42] |
We're never growing old, |
| [01:07.47] |
we are losing things. |
| [01:12.52] |
We're never growing old, |
| [01:16.62] |
we're just made of dust. |
| [01:23.85] |
The stairs are just as long as twenty years ago. |
| [01:30.03] |
Each step hurts,is this how it goes? |
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The thought of one more hand lifting off the weight. |
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It breaks me. |
| [01:59.72] |
These scars, |
| [02:02.01] |
these pictures, |
| [02:05.58] |
these broken bones. |
| [02:10.72] |
They are life, |
| [02:13.17] |
they are life as it goes. |
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We're never growing old, |
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we are collecting lines. |
| [02:25.07] |
We're never growing old, |
| [02:29.30] |
we are making moments. |
| [02:34.11] |
We're never growing old, |
| [02:38.59] |
we are forgetting things. |
| [02:43.28] |
We're never growing old, |
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we're just made of dust,made of dust. |
