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Well, I hope no one is gonna see this old thing,
I almost hope it burns, forgotten.
I don't think I can just brush it off.
Things like this will stick here for a while.

I need more time to define the divide
To see the world, let my shoes get dusty,
clean the spills and the stains.
Now I'm making a way, I see what to do with myself.
Come on now, where's my motivation? Gotta find what's worthwhile.
Seems everyone's aboard someone else's tide.

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