When the cold wind blows And the sarcasm cuts me again A young man's pride is torn up By what he calls friends And as he gets restless anger fills him with hate Then he grows reckless but it's already too late He grabs his surroundings pulls them towards him Looks up to the heavens as he falls from grace It's four in the morning the silence is deafening He looks in the mirror and it spits in his face
C'mon now jason it's your life you're wasting It's your destination bye bye jason C'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow Your trains in the station bye bye jason
Cross my palms with silver I'll cross the streets paved with gold Just say you never saw nothing At least that's what you're told
C'mon now jason it's your life your wasting It's your destination bye bye jason C'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow Your trains in the station bye bye jason
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