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BatstoRemembering the year that you were goneA series of decisions, unhealthy living Writing novels in monitored time Cold pavement under static sky We're gaining patience, but losing sight We wrote off our problems as better times But hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway Hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway In a battle with New England of who knows you best A mediocre vote of confidence That poor boy won't know what hit him If and when you tell commitment to take a hike It's the same old story So, help me if I try to make an honest effort this time But hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway Hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway Hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway Yeah, hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway |