Different roads

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How does it feel
To give up your own will
To be forgotten
And replaced by something rotten

I thought you were a mate
But now you're the one I hate
But you don't really care
Now you've left me with a room to spare

I remember the old days
Yes differently we were raised
But we had fun
Like a bullet and a gun

Now you stepped away
There is nothing to say
When the good times of the past
Will no longer ever last

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