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
Passing by my old schoolmeeting my old friends for jokes
Falling down again inside my pastchoked by memories and asking
Time seemed like stoppedi know that it's what I ever
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