All alone at last, Years roll by so fast.Twisted and insane, The house you builtNo longer the same. Once you're there Once you're thereYou can't come back. Nothing lives, Nothing growsInside the dead meadow. Months keep rolling byLive another day, Then you die. Ghosts inside your headWe choose our paths, When all is done and saidOnce you're there, Once you're thereYou can't come back. Nothing lives, Nothing growsInside the dead meadow
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