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[00:02.59]Cracked paint, faded signs, she said "I'm done
[00:03.74]I feel a lot like this town I'm so rundown
[00:06.26]Did the job but it up and died
[00:08.51]I've got to find something new that I can be now
[00:10.97]So what defines me
[00:11.89]Are all my best days and years behind me?
[00:14.12]Far from the places we used to talk about
[00:16.07]Picked up, chewed on and then spit out"
[00:20.10]We kicked rocks a couple blocks and no one talked
[00:22.25]"It's amazing I can fit five years in a broken cardboard box
[00:27.15]Well I guess I'm still alive"
[00:38.66]Blueprints they blew up the story's old
[00:41.17]You grab a hold of what gets thrown or else you drown
[00:43.47]See ideals and my visions all burn up
[00:47.05]When the sun and nothingness beat down
[00:48.18]So what defines me
[00:49.77]Are all my best days and years behind me?
[00:51.19]Far from the places we used to talk about
[00:53.44]Picked up, chewed on and then spit out"
[00:56.23]We kicked rocks a couple blocks and no one talked
[00:59.58]"It's amazing I can fit five years in a broken cardboard box
[01:04.36]Well I guess I'm still alive"
[01:07.73]Then we caught our reflection in the window
[01:09.67]She said "I act tough, but we both know
[01:14.23]That this puffed up face is safe in well worn places
[01:20.37]Hurts to let it go
[01:42.71]Give me some answers 'cause now I'm lost
[01:44.87]So just where are we going now?"
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