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501-415 Lyrics

Five-o-one, four fifteen
Remnants that you left outstream
Perfections of your memory
So lucid you don't have to dream
Of who you are and who you've been
Stellar that you left behind
You wanna live, it is a sis
Smoke another cigarette
Going in time to forget
You're getting through the rosy tent
You can't lose, and you can't win
So give it all your best bet
Five-o-one, four fifteen
Pages turn from the scene
You once were big, now you're lean
You once had glam, but now you're clean
And no one's grass is turning greener
Dreaming of what I could have been
Newer chart full of ...
Now you're graying, feel dispensed
Sick and sick of all the facts
Thinking god is heavensick
And you could never pay your rents
So give it all your best bet
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