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I am undone
A little rough around the edges
Hearing stories of the hours past
And the hour glass we raised
The one I tried to chase
We talk too much
A million words
Meaning nothing at all
Telling stories of nothing real
It's never how we feel
And they say time is how we heal
I can't see you
I can't breathe you in no
If I do I'd never leave again
Oh again
I love the concrete
It's my city grass beneath my feet
And walks with strangers
Hundreds of years
My senior
It's not that I can relate
It's just the little things that make me hate
The age I am
And the way we are
And it all comes back to
I can't see you
I can't breathe you in no
If I do i'd never leave again
I can't see you no
I can't breathe you in
If I do I'd never leave again
Oh again
If I breathe you in
A little rough around the edges
Hearing stories of the hours past
And the hour glass we raised
The one I tried to chase
We talk too much
A million words
Meaning nothing at all
Telling stories of nothing real
It's never how we feel
And they say time is how we heal
I can't see you
I can't breathe you in no
If I do I'd never leave again
Oh again
I love the concrete
It's my city grass beneath my feet
And walks with strangers
Hundreds of years
My senior
It's not that I can relate
It's just the little things that make me hate
The age I am
And the way we are
And it all comes back to
I can't see you
I can't breathe you in no
If I do i'd never leave again
I can't see you no
I can't breathe you in
If I do I'd never leave again
Oh again
If I breathe you in
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