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thirteen

sometimes it all get a little too hard

i always seem to be keeping my guard

i walk along the same boulevard

searching for a false hope, a change in cards

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everyone's gone, and i'm a mess

what do i do when there's no one left?

i start to feel all this built up stress

my life seems to be a game of chess

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goodbye mom, goodbye dad

goodbye old lover that i had

and welcome new beginnings that wont go bad

i hope there's more to life ahead