From me to you with sincerity, look around; everybody left eventually. Just to grow up. Just to move on--to work their dead end jobs until they're dead and gone. For a nice car, or a family protected by fences and systems of security. Damn it all! We've still got lives to lead somewhere buried in the hole of our memories.
So much for "so longs." It's too late now (too far gone). Separate ways, different lives. Foreign hands, distant times.
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