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with a broken stick in dirt we scrawled: never going back to new jersey

There was a time when I could say it right to you
that I was never going to leave this place
but now its "I was wrong"
and "I don't wanna fucking talk about it"
cause it feels like things have changed
Yeah well I could talk, talk, talk
and say I'm wrong, wrong, wrong
but I feel I'm in a place I've never known
and it feels like there's something wrong,
something wrong, something wrong
and I know that I don't wanna know...
I'm never going back again
there was a time when I would say I must be crazy
that I would say this place is looking strange
but now its "I'm kinda lost" and "I just don't remember"
because things never stay the same...

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words you scribbled on the walls

never going back to new jersey

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a celebration upon completion

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christmas.. colder.. you know the drill..

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summer recap

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change is coming. now is my time.

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tonight, i feel like more

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