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Cracked paint, faded signs, she said "I'm done I feel a lot like this town I'm so rundown Did the job but it up and died I've got to find something new that I can be now So what defines me Are all my best days and years behind me? Far from the places we used to talk about Picked up, chewed on and then spit out" We kicked rocks a couple blocks and no one talked "It's amazing I can fit five years in a broken cardboard box Well I guess I'm still alive" Blueprints they blew up the story's old You grab a hold of what gets thrown or else you drown See ideals and my visions all burn up When the sun and nothingness beat down Then we caught our reflection in the window She said "I act tough, but we both know That this puffed up face is safe in well worn places Hurts to let it go Give me some answers 'cause now I'm lost So just where are we going now?" From Letras Mania