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well we've been fucking hibernating, all these years, just stagnant, waiting I watched you sleeping, wondering are you dreaming like me? we can be safe from reality if we haint it while it sleeps We can escape this quarantine, rotting away our dreams. Rotting Away! Buy a quart pass it back and forth rotting, rotting You're so far from the street's sound imprisoned by your thoughts, your crazy life is wearing thin I'm waiting in the lost and found crooning on your front porch on the outside looking in rotting, rotting, rotting away rotting, rotting, rotting away there's passion in the alleys tonight you help me dread the morning light there's inspiration for a wayward soul, and i'm ready to let go... From Letras Mania