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Apr 2020
Through a foggy shame
A road that leads to nowhere
Not that I have anywhere to go
Or maybe I am running away
Pretty sure I should not stay

There's truth to every story
But some are fantasy
Move me if I've fallen down
We like to hold onto what we make
Faded memories I can't shake

All the time I hear
No more time to steer
Away from troubles that are your past
Some things weren't built to last

Roughed up down and out
Shaken and rather delicate
Drinking up to keep warm
Point at who's to blame
Wishing it were new it's still the same

All the time I hear
No more time to steer
Away from troubles that are your past
Some things weren't built to last

Broken glass, torched black
Scenes from youth, please no more
Do not call, Overcooked
Feel the line, Forsaken

Bored with all of this
Dancin' with life's razor blade
They say just turn the page
Or write yourself a new song
I just need to play along

Sunlight fades today
Find a road to somewhere
Not that I have anywhere to go
Or maybe I am running away
Pretty sure I should not stay

All the time I hear
No more time to steer
Away from troubles that are your past
Some things weren't built to last
Shades On Inside
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Shades On Inside  United States
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