This is the soundtrack
To saying goodbye
We are making
[Originally by Black Flag]
Right here, all by myself.
I ain't
Whatever this becomes
Whatever words I say
We are the fortunate ones...
And
I just want the world to know - You've got
I ran through
Storm stained city streets
Paved with pain
Dear eastern prom
I know what's wrong...
But it's suicide
I took a shot at the world
And I missed
FUCK. A great word for a great world.
Like each clue,
When your "golden days"
are "that was just a phase..."
Why you messing around with me
pushing me away
Values are changing
but
I won't go because I've been there before, and it
I am bleeding through
Writing songs for you
If I
Well some things never change...
You'll never see this face again,
I'm
I've never seen to many stars
(And I'm never gonna
When we were young, we thought the days would get
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