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[Verse 1] 'Cause I still think about the old days In the city with my own fate Twenty-five don’t feel the same way The streets keep changing names [Verse 2] We all spent time now at your Mom's place On the West Side in the fall haze All of our stories went the same way When we had time to waste [Verse 3] And I think that I'm falling I’m tripping and I'm crawling It feels like rather often The years do come to pass And I keep getting older My mind is getting colder The things that all once mattered I know for sure won't last