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Quit my life, quit my job, quit my girlfriend.
Now I’m staring at the back of an old trend.
It made me happy. It made me sick.
It made my skin grow thick.
Because it gets cold, cold, cold.
And I’m getting old.
Gave up on caring, gave up on being fine.
Now I’m coping with a path of relentless decline.
Throw a dog a bone and I’ll spit it right out.
I’ve burnt all the things I can live without.
Because it gets cold, cold, cold.
And I’m getting old.
I’m living half asleep / half awake.
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