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so fast that it all blurred the days and nights with no end lines and lights outstretching i'm always stuck watching where you've been one point to last we'll make due with what we have we moved too fast we'll get lost without a map taking turns taking turns to forget where we're from every direction is something new when you'd rather die young tired of the same old bruises of being content with content and if it won't come to us then we'll have to go to it we have our youth and everything we need never stop moving or get used to routine we don't need anything else if we get lost, make maps ourselves the most important things i owned i sold to you i dug my hangs in pockets until there was nothing left with all that you have what's keeping you here our lives entwine, but i won't contribute to your fear From Letras Mania