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[Verse 1]
'Cause I still think about the old days
In the city with my own fate
Twenty-five, don’t feel the same way
The streets keep changing names

[Verse 2]
We all spent time now at your mom's place
On the West Side in the fall haze
All of our stories went the same way
When we had time to waste

[Verse 3]
And I think that I'm falling
I’m tripping and I'm crawling
It feels like rather often
The years do come to pass
And I keep getting older
My mind is getting colder
The things that all once mattered
I know for sure won't last