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hands full sorrow hidden in the pockets of tomorrow
I walk down the road watching my childhood unfold
days spent in the sun so full of laughter and fun
friends all around to pick me up when I fall down
seasons turn as I take another step off the curb
in the blink of an eye the smiles and laughter die
alone and shivering I look around for a memory
I cross to the other side to find the street has died
looking both ways I walk to the center of the road
no car in sight. The sun is setting and growing cold
I start to run for my life to find any friend in ...