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It's three AM again, i'm driving through this night-time wonderland
and I'm a stranger, I'm a failure or, anything at all.
And as i'm looking through this frozen skylight glimmer,
I'm a winner, I'm a sinner or, anything at all.
I was gone behind a made up silver lining,
and the whining, and the crying, was just enough for me,
to leave.
Escaping swiftly through the mangled, eaten forest, I was lost in my own ways. I was pulling my own chain into the brush.
I was convinced, and all this useless shit was force fed to us for years, and years to come.
And oh, its a crazy life
Snows decaying beneath the roding beachwood walk
and they teach you of this madness
to a boy no older, not a day more than seventeen
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