slowdeath - Seasonal Depression | Текст песни

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summer end
seasonal depression
I rode my bike past your house
I wish you were still around
leather skin tired head
my hands worn again
I used to think about the times we spent sitting on your street
you used to look at me like nothing really mattered
because it didn't anymore

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