After 8 short years
Of family and grace
Its time to let go, leave
Time to never look back
I’ve got a decision at hand
To follow her, to follow love
To look for answers
In all the wrong places
Any place is better than here
I don’t know why I’ve stuck around
I can’t say why
I haven’t up and left.
This makes no sense
I’ve found my love
But after 8 short years
This city is dead
This will never stop
Memoirs of a loved one
After everyone’s gone
This city is dead
And I’ll never look back.
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