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What a thought To never get lost in the past The past is the past It’s the past because it’s the past Well I would rather be in the past Because I was happy in the past The only time I truly laughed was in the past I loved you in the past You loved me in return in the past In this present and future I am dust unlike the past I would rather live in the past Bright and enchanting in the past Than be bones, unloved by you, opposite of the past I am only able to smile When I’m deluded in my past So why escape the past If being sane depends on laboring in the past You loved me in the past If I’m a ghost, creeping by your side. I must go back to that place on the road In our past Where we left off in the past I’ll be stuck there in the my past I’ll wait for you to meet me On a now eroded, non-existent path.
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
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What a thought To never get lost in the past The past is the past It’s the past because it’s the past Well I would rather be in the past Because I was happy in the past The only time I truly laughed was in the past I loved you in the past You loved me in return in the past In this present and future I am dust unlike the past I would rather live in the past Bright and enchanting in the past Than be bones, unloved by you, opposite of the past I am only able to smile When I’m deluded in my past So why escape the past If being sane depends on laboring in the past You loved me in the past If I’m a ghost, creeping by your side. I must go back to that place on the road In our past Where we left off in the past I’ll be stuck there in the my past I’ll wait for you to meet me On a now eroded, non-existent path.
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Mexican
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
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