"I stoke the fire with the irons of my youth
Who is that person in my stories?
I broke my back on the troubles of my youth
Why do I continue to live in my head?
I soak the wounds from the lessons of my youth
Was I really there or is this a vanilla sky?"
Who is that person in my stories?
I broke my back on the troubles of my youth
Why do I continue to live in my head?
I soak the wounds from the lessons of my youth
Was I really there or is this a vanilla sky?"
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