Worn Out Streets
Olivae
Life, has never been quite right
Has never seemed fine
Always so tired
Because tonight, I'm feeling so fired up
Have no sense of time
But still no time to wonder
What about, what about
What about my life
Dreams are making me nervous
As I stand looking to this confusion
Every corner and every movement, is an illusion
As I just can't breathe no more
So I say to you, our time is on our minds
So I say to you, our time is on our minds
Sitting on the bench of this park, thinking about you
Crossing the worn out streets, looking for you
God of mine, God of mine
God of mine, who am I
Dreams are making me nervous
As I stand looking to this confusion
Every corner and every movement, is an illusion
As I just can't breathe no more
So I say to you, our time is on our minds
So I say to you, our time is on our minds
So I say to you, our time is on our minds
So I say to you, our time is on our minds
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