Tired of dust and dirt to clean This place once loved, now makes me sick I've got to get away I've passed the places of my youth Torn out pages from a well-read book I dream awhile - but I leave it anyway
But I can still remember when I could still laugh and call you friend And only you -
You used to talk so wild and free Now you can't remember what you used to be You've lost the will
You could never be wrong No, you were never that strong
Some are listening Some are doing Some are wasting away I am leaving
Some cannot hear Some are waiting Most are writhing away
Torn between the deep blue sea From a place on earth that appeals to me Hell I can't swim anyway But not for me but those I leave Think of them as dying leaves that may bloom again
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