The years get out of order sometimes. Stack them sky high until they scrape the bottom step of heaven and still '88 breaks formation. Swoop down and call it home. The key to the mystery broke off in the lock. Forgot it while it was happening and now '88 wants a second chance. It says it can tell me how this was all supposed to go. Don't want to know. Just need to keep time from skipping a beat. Such a sad task it is to add up lost moments.
Rlargusa: He lived louder than love.
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