Sitting on a faded couch, I hug my cup of tea
It's slowly getting colder out and no one's here with me
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Passing by on a dark lit street
New shoes on a man I'm never gonna meet
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We can only ‘waste' so much time before we realize that it's something we have never done
You can only waste so much time, but time shouldn't be defined by dust flying around the sun
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Logic, practicality, and some form of Truth
Objectively may seem fair toll for dreams so unkindly aged
And so for and from these things I strain life from youth.
In want of new ideals begins a pilgrimage of hermitage
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