Old Life

Old Life - Kel

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Tryna Find a way home Is just as hard as it seems to be

At the back of a train held in pain looking out of the pane

Once trying to fit, counting feets always throwing up feats

Twice trying to reap, Tea at hand daydreaming to R I P Lovers turn into friends, End to End always failing to blend

At the dim mirrors end, even hope surely finds it's end

Chorus: Old Life Old Road Guide Me Home Old life

I remember your word, I remember our loss, I remember the honk, I remember the bus.

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