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Stories don't break they ooze
I'm out here in pastel city
Living my life in a hurry
Waiting for something to happen
In a polluted pity
Tried to live my life at all points
Doesn't seem like the cheap way to do it
With room to grow and the heat of the sun
Why run?
A soft blue day
A light green sway
Masking reality
Highlighting the way
Got a tiny room
A handful of friends
My rock n roll band
Out here in pastel city
My love back home
A job that's wrong
Living my life in a hurry
Out here in pastel city
Stories don't break they ooze
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