The constant chipping sound I always hear
Long-held friendships in permanent decay.
With certainty, like the swinging pendulum
Every day becomes a lesson in drudgery.
You wonder where the dead end lies
When perhaps finally a break will appear.
But this togetherness of joy and pain
Will never break, never.
Long-held friendships in permanent decay.
With certainty, like the swinging pendulum
Every day becomes a lesson in drudgery.
You wonder where the dead end lies
When perhaps finally a break will appear.
But this togetherness of joy and pain
Will never break, never.
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