The Final Push To The Sum testo
i never know their names
but i smile just 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 to the sum
if my old life is done
then, what have i become?
what have i become?
every now and then
the memories creep in
a breeze and blue skies
the trees and you and i
but that old life is gone
i guess that i’ve moved on
to new faces and strange, places
here at the final push to the sum
if my old life is done
then, what have i become?
what have i become?
what have i become?
what have i become?
what have i become?
what have i become?
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