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The science of Sorrow
11:10 a.m. 2003-09-07

If i could change my life, i'd be a simple kinda man, try to do the best i can. If i could see the signs i'd derail every path i could. And i'm about to die, won't you clear away and give me strength to fly away.

Wasted Years -Cold-

Sing a song of tomorrow and endless days of wasted time doing nothing for the fun of it wishing there was a meaning beyond staying awake for twelve hours and sleeping the night away and waking up again tomorrow with nothing on your mind you call this living this is just repitition and looking back on all i've done none of this has been worth a thing my time's worth nothing and nothing is worth the worthless time i spend doing it

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