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Nov 2011
I'm out chasing things
that have lost meaning
I'm out chasing things
that are using old words
they're acting like they're original
but they've been stolen
it's like the future
that's been written
five million times
five million times again
and I'm feeling like
maybe it's never existed
but hey, gotta die trying
'cause otherwise I'll die wishing
that I had kept moving
for something other than myself
the world's full of sin
but it can be worth it
so worth it if we forget
if you can forget
Written by
Anastasia Wickizer
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