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It Dtakes more tAime than EI've ever F#mhad, Drains the lDife from mAe, Makes me wEant to foF#mrget, As yDoung as IA was, I felt Eolder baF#mck then, More dDisciplAined, StEronger and F#mcertain, But DI was scared to death of etAernity, I was sEaved by grace, But dF#mestroyed by naivety, And DI lAied to mEyselAf, And sDaid Ait was fEor the Abest,
And now fDaith is rAeplaced with a lEogic F#mso cold I've dDisregarded wAhat I was, NEow that I'm oAlder, And ID know much mAore than I dEid back tF#mhen, But the mDore I lAearn, The mEore I can't uAnderstand, And ID've become content with this lAife that I lead, Where EI drink to much and don't bAelieve in much of anything, And DI lAie to EmyAself, And Dsay iAt's fEor the Abest,
WDe're moving forward, But Aholding ourselves back, And wEe're waiting on sAomething that will never come,
DWe're moving forward, But Aholding ourselves back, And wEe're waiting on sAomething that will never come,
DWe're moving forward, But Aholding ourselves back, And wEe're waiting on sAomething that will never come,
DWe're moving forward, But Aholding ourselves back, And wEe're waiting on sAomething that will never come,
DWe're moving forward, But Aholding ourselves back, And wEe're waiting on sAomething that will never come.