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Nostalgia is a Drug

I was all wet from the rain
Losing my mind in a park
Sitting on the swing till dawn
The summers I saw more sunrises 
Than the back of my eyelids
Slipping quietly amongst the vampires sleeping under the overpass 
 If Nostalgia is a drug, I'm overdosing
So I cling to porcelain Gods begging for forgiveness
You can't take back what time takes away
And when you walk down memory lane those things you hold dear will no longer be there 
There's a story only I can tell
Standing on the sidewalk alone


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