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We deserted the year gone by like a sinking ship
And all we left were impressions on the cushions where we'd wait
For the lack of meaning to fade or something to pass the days
And where you lost touch with consciousness with a big fuckin' smile on your face.
Well, here's to the days I felt alive
And to the nights that I died a little inside.
And all we left were impressions on the cushions where we'd wait
For the lack of meaning to fade or something to pass the days
And where you lost touch with consciousness with a big fuckin' smile on your face.
Well, here's to the days I felt alive
And to the nights that I died a little inside.
Lyrics submitted by mybodyisacage
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