| I found a souvenir
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| In things I collected
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| The effect it had on me
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| Turned out distressing
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| Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing
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| It just reminded me of awkward emotions
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| Thoughts of my innocence
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| Like alienation
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| No self identity and massive confusion
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| I wanted desperately to think of the good times
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| Guess I remember too much
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| Guess I would rather look at
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| The path in front of me that’s holding something new
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| Does it really do the trick when you’re reunited
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| Does it make you stop and think
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| Things weren’t meant to click
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| Does it really do the trick to be taken back
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| Does it make you stop and think
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| Of all the things you lacked
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| Time can give and take away at will
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| Don’t look back and don’t stand still
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| Cause time will bleed you dry
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| A little sympathy please for the petty bastards
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| Who feel their glory days are behind them
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| So far behind them
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| The person that they thought made such a difference
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| Isn’t even who they are now
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| And they refuse to see how
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| Everyday’s another chance to mend a petty life
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| Does it really do the trick when you’re reunited
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| Does it make you stop and think
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| Things weren’t meant to click
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| Does it really do the trick to be taken back
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| Does it make you stop and think
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| Of all the things you lacked
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| Time can give and take away at will
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| Don’t look back, don’t stand still
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| Because time will bleed you dry
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| Bled dry
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| Bled dry of motivation
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| Bled dry of motivation
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| Bled dry
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| A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition
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| Bled dry
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| Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside
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| Bled dry and left for dead |