Hodera first ones at the party

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I am alone and a long way from home.
I am alive, but I don't feel alright
And if we leave now we'll be the first ones at the party,
But we can drive slow and turn up the radio.
Everything that I love is slowly expiring,
So why are we waiting when now's perfect timing?
I, I never cry anymore, though I'm not sure why.
My eyes are always dry, even when I'm trying to let go
Teeth stained yellow from smoking tobacco,
And a heart that's so fragile it's too scared to let go.
I'm tired of watching things fall to the shadows.
While time is consuming everything that I know
Remember the time we broke down in Missouri?
so we smoked some pot and slept in a parking lot.
And I didn't mind when the car cost us money.
As long as you're here I might always be happy.

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