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I remember not too long ago, i used to sleep on this road
i used to speak nonsense about nothing but sadness
right down into my soul i used to own this block
because it knew how to block my soul
i was in love with the pain of the dark
how it engulfed me and never sought to break me apart
i used to drop my face 
i used to drag my feet
i used to whine
and just weep
i remember not too long ago, i used to sleep on this road
when my head would pound
and my heart was on the ground
letting you and you step
yup just come on through
i can still feel the pavement
when i think back
the past such an airplane
takes me to places 
i dare not revisit
but i do time and time again
i said i remember when i used to sleep on this road
yelling out my soul
telling tales untold
so my mind would unfold
so i could get the courage to get up
set up
brush up
walk up
head up
because i finally understood that
living in the city of tears
only stops me from living