I promise you there was another time
When I wouldn't even bother
A muddled mess of stupid little fears
that keep my twisting
So take a walk around this downtown block
A tiny shop my grandmother sold Antiques in
Empty now
I promise you there was another time
When I wouldn't even notice
No lines are drawn, nothing is clearly defined
We're just merely guessing
Can I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, my way out of this one?
Can I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I promise you there was another time, when I wouldn't even bother
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