Acid Rain & My Coffee’s Gettin’ Wetter

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Acid rain & my coffee’s gettin’ wetter
Lost in the passageway of my hotel room
Feelin’ a bit down in the passin’ days
How do I tell my girl I’ve been consumed
What’s learned through life isn’t always truth
I’m still searching for anything that’s real
Whose path have you decided to follow
In the end, life depends on what you can feel

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Maybe Those Were The Days

  

Maybe those were the days
I wasn’t so perfect, structured or neat
Rebelling against all humanity
Could’t tell the difference in defeat
A crooked line to follow
A wrinkled brow upon the figurehead
Our dreams fractured when applied
Lost within reality’s pragmatism instead