i But if my old life is done, i guess that i've moved on To new faces and strange places, Here at the final push to the sun If my old life is done,
New faces...Strange places, Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me And i'm wasted because, The fast pace is too much Here at the final push to the
same New faces...Strange places, Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me And i'm wasted because, The fast pace is too much Here at the final push
