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five o one, four fifteen, remnants that you left downstream, reflections of your memory, so lucid you don't have to dream, of who you are and who you've been, the stale love that you left behind, you wanna live but it's a sin, smoking on a cigarette, gone when it's time to forget, peerin' through the rosy tint, you can't lose and you can't win, so give it all your best spin, five o one, four fifteen, pages tearing from the seams, you once were big, but now you're lean, you once had grime, but now you're clean, and no one's grass is turning greener, dreaming of what could've been, when you were chock full of intent, now you're grey and feelin' spent, sick of sitting on the fence, thinking god is heaven sent, when you can barely pay your rent, so give it all you're best spin