In those old days
Our stories dissipated in the sunset
Those who miss the crowd to leave
Our story dissipated in the waiting
The pale vows of weakness
Our stories grow old in time
In those messy, broken movies
Our story ends in the prologue
In those old days
Our stories dissipated in the sunset
Those who miss the crowd to leave
Our story dissipated in the waiting
In those pale and powerless vows
Our stories grow old in time
In those messy, broken movies
Our story ends in the prologue
Old time
Stories don't get old
The departing crowd
It's getting further and further away
The oath of powerlessness
Let her go with the wind
Messy movies
Looking at myself in tears
Old time
Stories don't get old
The departing crowd
It's getting farther and farther away
The oath of powerlessness
Let her go with the wind
Messy movies
Looking at myself in tears
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