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Worn pockets lined with silver thread
I’ll keep my thoughts to myself instead
‘Cause I’ve been told that the currency has been dead
I’ve never been there but I heard it’s shit
She dropped it walking on the sunset strip, she said,
“If you saw it falling would you catch my drift”
And he’s waiting
For his last chance
But it came too late
Now it’s falling
Down to nothing
Where you called it sold
You say it’s worn but I know that it’s faded
‘Cause I guess that it’s cool to be jaded
But I really really fucking hate it
I cut my losses off too short
Traded my keys for a last resort
But I guess never figured out what they’re for
And he’s wasting
What you’re saving
All that you left behind
And she’s screaming
Screaming out
Screaming out to you
I remember when I saw you there
You were standing with the blankest stare
You kept me waiting so I’ll keep you there for good
I cut my losses off too short
Traded my keys for a last resort
But I guess I still never figured out what they’re for
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