Your Mantra

[00:25.28] Piling old knick-knacks into the back of her car
[00:29.72] A now swollen four-door Honda in blue
[00:36.02] Leaving one worn out industrial town
[00:41.58] In hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten from you
[00:47.88] But, I haven't sold a thing
[00:53.20] Which leads me to believe
[00:58.60] I'm just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating
[01:04.06] The same sorry cycle as when I was fifteen
[01:15.83] Well, I'm completely aware of how boring this is
[01:22.16] My back's grown sore from still standing still
[01:27.52] Standing those who brought chairs
[01:31.15] As they can sit back and watch
[01:33.85] As all of the small crowd files out
[01:41.08] And, as we close up shop, I've spent more than I've earned
[01:46.47] A trait in me you'd seem to admire
[01:51.96] But you've spent the last of our common sense
[01:58.27] On selling off the old and expired
[02:04.56] We hadn't sold a thing
[02:10.82] Reminding me of you just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating your mantra:
[02:22.51] "Out with the old and in without you"
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