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We scroll too much
Roll too much
Running right over memories
I scratch my head like winning lottery
You do your thing and it doesn't bother me
Make holes in ourselves and clothes
Row, row, row

'What comes is better than what came before'
Lovers, losses
Promises, detours
I'll be there
That's for sure
That's for sure

By hottea

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