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Here we sit... On the front porch of our twilight Losing savings to our daylight Sometimes forgetting who we are Placing bets... On who death holds up his sleeve Being the next one to leave While counting our lucky stars Where we've been... Flashes in the background Further back than right now As the morning is a blur Being kept... Alive on pills and promises And what little money we have left Before they show us to the door And with that said... We might say it all again With who, what, where, and even when As our minds commence to rust Happened so fast... Like a 3 minute pop song Blink too fast and it's gone Ashes to ashes dust to dust