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Im convinced new is just the old, cut up into thousands of tiny pieces, and blended into the familiar places.
just like when it always gets much worse, before it starts to get better.
if youre feeling lonely just let go, there's more love out there to hope for.
so i guess from across the world you'd get the routine..D.I.A. takes off with every love of me.
so bask in the what ifs, cause you'll make it home with every lie you couldve told them.
its a cold we keep, locked in our sleeves..and thats why our arms are always crossed.
we're getting drunker, by the hour, cause there's no time to look naive.
its a cold we'll never break.
so never look back and wonder about how youve gotten yourself here.
We dont have the time to worry about all the nights we never sleep.
when the mile markers we trace come to an end....but maybe...we'll make it home.