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| things aren't the same anymore...everyone has changed...i see people come and go like i am a train depot...they come to see the sights and sounds but then sure enough they are back on their way... | |
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| oh sure...some people stay for a while...but it seems like the part that cared left town months ago...and only a shell of what was or should i say what should be is left roaming around like a ghost... | |
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| just join me in the trash...cause thats where everyone wants us...and by us i mean the non-conformists who feel that mutating into the next guy has no merit | |
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