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five o one

four fifteen

remnants that you left downstream

reflections of your memory

so lucid you don't have to dream

of who you are and who you've been

the stale love that you left behind

you wanna live but it's a sin

smoking on a cigarette

gone when it's time to forget

peerin' through the rosy tint

you can't lose and you can't win

so give it all your best spin

five o one

four fifteen

pages tearing from the seams

you once were big

but now you're lean

you once had grime

but now you're clean

and no one's grass is turning greener

dreaming of what could've been

when you were chock full of intent

now you're grey and feelin' spent

sick of sitting on the fence

thinking god is heaven sent

when you can barely pay your rent

so give it all you're best spin