And I'm here waiting for the showbut when is it,
Are there surely many pressures or my head has become
So I've brokened my routine without a tracewith a shot
My life is going nowhere fasti look my pastalone here
Can you see that kid stop at the traffic lights?he's
Passing by my old schoolmeeting my old friends for jokes
Time seemed like stoppedi know that it's what I ever
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