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1965
Look at all the people passing by
New Year's Eve struck me in ways
You could never see

You spread the world before me and now
We fly

They all just wish that they could stop time
But I just wish that things were alright

I'm all drugged out
Sworn to exhaustion
I feel washed out
A corpse of who I used to be

Is this real
Or is it just a dream
Who we are
Is not what we really mean

I wish I could stand around
And let everyone figure it out
For themselves

But it's not easy for me
Eventually things will end
They'll end
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