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Once I was born to be leaving Once I was cruel to be kind But lately I've been dreaming Of things I left behind Snap shirts with stains on the collars Books full of words underlined Black boots I bought for a dollar Things I left behind Don't try to change what the truth is Traces remain in my mind I hope you find some kind of use for the things I left behind Posters of bands I once sang with LP's I scratched over time Words that have dropped from my language things I left behind Don't try to change what the truth is Traces remain in my mind I hope you find some kind of use For the things I left behind So choose what you want to remember And try not to be too unkind My life still burns in the embers Of the things I left behind Don't try to change what the truth is Traces remain in my mind I hope you find some kind of use For the things I left behind I hope you find some kind of proof In the things I left behind From Letras Mania