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No time for second chances,

neither for recommending dances,

never a trace at all our old spots,

next to the dealers that sold pots,

forgetting and going to the wrong theatre,

looking at Alvin and calling him Theodore,

you were the strongest one i adored,

you were the most beautiful before,

you claimed an excuse that covered the truth,

a move i've only seen from the youth,

i'd rather choose honesty, i'm different or strange,

never would i blame it on "i just chaned",

nothing compares to a night alone, no enemies,

many hours, pen and paper, music and memories,

that help me scribble out the truth when all i draw are lies,

of girls that actually were attracted to me caused i tried.