Sat on a window seat
And watched the day as it fades away
Cause I'm running into cold wasted years
Held my eyes closed for too long
I sweat from my head to my feet
Cause I'm running into cold wasted years
Should I start to fight
By getting drunk again
If you leave me behind
I might end up sleeping on a bench
Talking to an old new friend
Drying out my eyes
For a moment I'll feel alive
Cause I'm running into cold wasted years
Should I start to fight
By getting drunk again
If you leave me behind
I might end up sleeping on a bench
Talking to an old new friend
Should I start to fight
By getting drunk again
If you leave me behind
I might end up
Should I start to fight
By getting drunk again
If you leave me behind
I might end up
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