Oldies Station/Push On Through (scratch)
Most/The/Only consistency in your periphery
Is fear and the bridge of your nose
And as you move about you learn to tune them/it out
But they say it/they continues to grow
Fear of the past and relative general pain
Future’s coming fast, you’ve got nothing in the tank
In a season of lessons learned in/and purging stuff purging things you used to love
Some[?] Everything must go
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Make an oath then make mistakes
Start a streak you’re bound to break
When/ darkness rolls on you
Push on through
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You don’t quitе mind how long red lights are taking
Your favorite song is/was on thе oldies station
↱ You’re in the crowd at yourher first dance recital
⤷ You have it down that old fight for survival
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Add some years, build some trust
You can start to feel your eyes adjust
When/darkness rolls on you
Push on through
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And then before you know, you lose some people close
Forcing you to manage your pace
[?]/found [?] capacity for love and tragedy