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Well I could go home if I want to

And then what?

Living off time that I’ve borrowed

And then bought

Where melodies

They won’t sing themselves to me

And everything

Seems to knock you off your feet

Well I could find someone to talk to

And then what?

'Cause half of shit I don’t remember

It’s been lost

The fallen leaves

And the moonlight on the trees

December brings

All the pain you used to see