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MY RUBBER ROOM
In a small café
In this same old town
I travel all night
Till my head hits the ground
Think of the times
And days gone bye
All the people we’d meet
Feeding their lines
They were the times
Of never tomorrow
The times of highs
Drowning in sorrows
I can’t relive
Don’t want to go back
To many people
Have crossed the tracks
I’ll never forget you
You are my soul
But we can’t go back
We all know
They were the times
Of never tomorrow
The times of highs
Drowning in sorrows
We were all branded
A style of then
I hope I can see
All of you again
Maybe this time
We can be heard again
But I think it’s to late
For times of never tomorrow
A simple twist of fate
Turns it all to sorrow
The time is past
And now it’s gone
You’ll never understand
Not before to long
Thinking of times
Of now and then
Thinking back
To child hood friends
When it was all for one
And one for all
Together we stand
Together we fall
In the times
Of never tomorrow
Now I sit in this bar
On the old side of town
Wonder what happened
Start to frown
Laugh in hysterics
To hide my pain
Then face reality
I could never happen
Again
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