New Orleans Wasn't Built In A Day Count The Hours

You see, I’m feeling drake. I’m running out of promises I’ve made that I can’t make, and I’m sick of hiding out. The only way I’ve found to make this last: hide your heart, duck your head, paddle out. And I’m never coming back. I don’t believe in what I can’t see and from here I can’t see a goddamn thing. Turning back the clocks could never save us from the past. This is the soundtrack to never coming back. Turning back the clocks could never save us from the past. If I could live my life and never have to see a grown man cry, it would be too soon, and I’d bid you all goodbye. The only way I’ve found to make this last, I’ll hide my heart and never save a breath for the swim back. O Captain, my captain, I fear our ship is heading down, and there’s nothing you can do to save us. Dear World, I’m writing you this letter from a sinking ship, that I know I will never survive, but if I were to make it out alive, I would live a life full of gratitude. So listen to me, and start with you, because I’ve seen the end and it’s not pretty. So give me your ear and not your pity. To die is the only adventure, so pay it forward and don’t let it end here. Because I did and I’m almost there, almost there, almost there

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