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THE OLD ME DIED AND PASSED AWAY

I see things in a new light life is a movie scene It’s getting longer as it plays I’m watching through a new screen Tradition don’t really exist when it’s out with the past Live for the present only live once in this race I am last Valuing time antique clock appraising bracing the crash Chasing the cash is a understatement scraping the glass Under my feet I feel the pavement when my foot on the gas Sight seeing like I’m a tourist living out of a bag