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Just a song that came to me pretty quickly... It's about growing old, seeing things change, and writing music to help us remember our past
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As I travel 'round this city, it starts to look shitty,
or am I growing old?
The copper patina, the rust colored brick,
it's been bought and sold
As I walk to the corner store, past the old weathered whore, their stories ain't told
Where new and improved is what makes the news, while the history is lost
In our hearts, in our minds
is where they reside
The memories of youth, from seed to the fruit
in the bright azure sky
Our stories, Past glories,
set to melody and sound
Our stories, Allegories,
through the notes they resound
As the buildings combust, we'll return to dust,
at the end of the line
Who will remember, the glory and slendor?
art lost to time
This life's all we have, until we collapse,
we don't age like wine
But until that day comes, I'll sit here and strum,
so the past is not lost
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