| Born too late
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| You’ll always find my interests remain intact just behind the times
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| A waste of space
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| Inspired sound and blueprints, but piece by piece, they all fall in line
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| To what has been addressed as what you’ve been after man
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| It’s just like me to recover, one another, I’m another
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| Impressed by how I’ve balanced out
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| Leveled up and laying down on the concrete beside your house
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| So can you trace this distance from me to you so I could etch this on my spine?
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| Replace my face with just a blurry memory, you must be kidding me,
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| my busted mouth, I’ve come to find less creative ways to speak my mind
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| And you’ve messed with with what you’ve been after man
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| It’s just like me to recover, one another, I’m another
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| Impressed by how we’ve balanced out
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| Leveled up and laying down down
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| Nostalgia’s been strewn around
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| On the concrete beside your house
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| Nostalgia’s been strewn around
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| On the concrete beside your house
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| My aching brain doesn’t process things the same
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| At 30, muscles fade, but in 20 years, I’ve barely changed
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| Does this check list for the restless paint the evening scene of what you took
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| from me?
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| An aching brain doesn’t process things the same
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| At 30, muscles fade, in 20 years how you have changed
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| An aching brain doesn’t focus quite the same
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| As 30 minutes fade into 20 years, how could I change?
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| An aching brain doesn’t process things the same
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| At 30, muscles fade, in 20 years how you have changed
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| An aching brain doesn’t focus quite the same
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| As 30 minutes fade into 20 years, how could I change? |