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• Artiste: it was the best of times
• Titre: The Divide
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I still remember that sticky summer and how the southern air filled my lungs. I can recall its purity and how it made me feel so far from home. And I'm craving broken lines, street signs, long drives and another cheap ciggarette. I yearn for summer time, state lines, the Lehigh and a taste of a different life. My life moves at a faster speed. It brings the odds against me. If i wasn't waiting for the lottery, would I be where I want to be? I lost the right to apologize, I've wasted time, I can't confide in the things that I used to. I fear the 9 to 5, the work, eat, sleep, repeat and waiting for the week to end. My knees feel weak and my stomach turns, I see more cracks in my face and by now I should have learned to throw in the towel and wipe this sweat, accept my fate and put my dreams to rest.