Nothing Can Compare

Well I been thinking about the future
But I'm too young to pretend
It's such a waste to always look behind you
You should be lookin' straight ahead








Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly

Smile like you mean it

 




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