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It’s not the sound of “I’m sorry” as you’re waiting alone in the lobby
It’s the smell of the desperate looking for white coats with paper and pen
Between the loved and the lost, I don’t remember where you even saw me
But it’s not me to refuse a fix, so here I sit,
And wait ‘til they call me

I wanna taste the sun
Remember how it was when I was young
And if I can’t remember,
As far as I’m concerned
If I don’t remember
I can never get burned

You can’t convince me I’m not alright,
You can’t convince me I’m not ok,
…To trade sober for sane

What’s God got to do with it?

There is no light in my darkness
No angels guiding the way
Please tell my mother I love her
And let me die here in peace

I wanna taste the sun
Remember how it was when I was young
And if I can’t remember,
As far as I’m concerned
If I don’t remember
I can never get burned

I wanna taste the sun
Chase the high, feel alive, I’m not coming down
If I can’t remember,
As far as I’m concerned
If I don’t remember
I can never get burned

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