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[j_is_for_julia_]

they tell me, sing
they tell me, sing
songs in my day are like summer nights
they fade away
they fade away
Hold truths in my hand, they fall through the cracks
and turn to sand
they turn to sand

and you'd think it would be easy to follow through with dreams
yeah you think it would be easy to cut and sew and tear the seams
but a lifetime, it is filled with insecurity and doubt
it clouds your head and it's hard to sort it all out

I'm doing pretty well. I'm tired and I wis I was with you.