There was smoke in the air
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Then it came around
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And saw he was really alone
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Memories look like blood in the water
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Sweet and ugly thing, just like confetti in the rain
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He was known for his bad time manner
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He wanted to believe that people only hear what they see
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He had a good time being the bad guy
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He didn’t wanna understand why
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That old song makes him cry
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I remember when it felt like we were walking with god
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Little heaven when the sun goes down
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Walking in hand in hand down on the promenade
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He was alone, in a dark room overlooking the mall
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With a gun in his hand, and no one to call
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He was waiting for a reason … then run
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Just like photos in a window, that turned blue in the sun
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People used to call it a …down
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Now with medicates can make it go away, yeah, yeah
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We used to call it a mid life crisis
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He just sits and looks and pictures themselves
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On way back in the day
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Remember when it felt like we were walking with god
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Getting stupid in a stolen car
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Making love in the … behind the promenade
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Think I need to slow it down
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Think I need to slow my all
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I need to put the gun down
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I feel so lost, I feel so out of control
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I broke myself in pieces to make my name
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I broke those people dumb enough to get in my way
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Now I look in the mirror and I can’t see me
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I can just swallow the world
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And still be hungry
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Remember when it felt like we were walking with god
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Holding in with my dad and my mom
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Walking in the left to see the center
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On the promenade
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Na na na na na na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na na na na na na
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Remember when it felt like we were walking with god
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Remember when it felt like we were walking with god
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Remember, remember, remember
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Remember when it felt like we were walking with god
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Remember when it felt like we were walking with god.
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Promenade
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| Everclear |
