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Your sitting on the sidelines,
Thinking, Is it just me,
Or is there something going on around here?

The streets are quiet,
Theres no one around,
Its just you and the dust at your feet,

Its the middle of the day,
The shops are all closed,
As you light your ciggarette and wait,

Hoping for a change,
Hoping for a wind,
To blow all the dust(shit) away

And you think,
Things will better,
But they stay, The same,
Like a kid,
Waiting for santa,
Who he never came.

You throw your butt on the ground,
Stand up
and stomp it down,

You walk into the bar,
Sit down at a stool,
And pour yourself a glass,

You feel like a fool,
As you stare at your beer and think,
Is this really me?

The bags under your eyes,
The wrinkled lines near you smile,
Times catching up to you

And you think,
Things will better,
But they stay, The same,
Like a kid,
Waiting for santa,
Who never came.

So you keep on waiting for the pieces,
To fall in the right place.
Cause if you do it yourself,
Theres a chance that you might fail

And you think,
Things will better,
But they stay, The same,
Like a kid,
Waiting for santa,
Who never came.
The times are changing