Put your dreams on a shelf
Watch them wither away
Watch them turn into hay
Watch them go the way of all things
Love is not a place
I was born in the year
gas prices were low
May Day parades were to proceed as before
As though nothing had changed
nothing had blown up
Everything's rotten, everything must go
Love is not a place...
Watch them wither away
Watch them turn into hay
Watch them go the way of all things
Love is not a place
I was born in the year
gas prices were low
May Day parades were to proceed as before
As though nothing had changed
nothing had blown up
Everything's rotten, everything must go
Love is not a place...
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