If this was a better place
Could this be a better job?
See I can’t hold this pace
They still wont wait for us
Flicking through pages from the past
Reading about things that couldn’t last
Giving up or saving face
There’s not much difference
Could this be what it never was?
All of these memories are seen through fog
But through this haze, I can make things clear
Or maybe make them all disappear
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