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The quietest of car rides, how bittersweet.
And it's times like these when I'm down to nothing
And when we came to a stop, you grabbed me by my withering hands,
and for what?
Now it's dawn, I'm standing and staring, to hear a phrase I've feared and hated.
Reject, reject all the things you were taught when you were young,
Rewind, rewind all the moments you could have changed.
It's an old sob story.

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