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All my friends have moved awayThey get old and bored and they try to make a breakBut I say, "Weren't they better a former day?"You're not moving on to nothing You're getting wrapped up in the running awayI myself am one to blameI'm holding on to an aging blank slate of a resumeIf I die before I wakeI'll have died in vain in a fantasy world of vanityI want my time backI want my time backMy friends and dead and I stand pat, I stand patWe stood in place for so long We forgot how to breathe when our legs did runA formed addiction to an epitaph A loss of reasonI have found across the boardYou're either running from your pastOr running towards itNo I can't keep running in reverse But it's the only direction that isn't running for the worstAll my friends have moved awayThey get old and bored and they try to make a breakBut I say, "Weren't they better a former day?"Can I hold you back down here with me? From Letras Mania