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Looking at the past, Thinking that it's all one golden hue, You think that I'm too fast, But you ain't seen how fast I run from you, Like all good things we must come to an end, Like all good things we must come to an end, Hey there where'd you go? Your eyes stare out like afterthoughts, And you spin around, you spin around, hoping that you don't get caught, But like all good things this spinning had to end, But like all good things this spinning had to end, This night it don't seem right to be so tired, And you're right, bout' almost everything in sight, Thinking of the past, And what it did to you.
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