This is the soundtrack
To saying goodbye
We are making
I was counting
The good things about this city
The
[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
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