8.Next Step
I see you at weekends
Look out your window
Walking a slow road
A way out of here
Taking your next step
Taking your last breath
Watching you waste away
but you don't remember me
And you can't break out of sleep
Oh there's something killing me
As I watch you waste away
Now there's nothing more to say
Just take your money back
Yeah take your money
Just take your money back
Yeah take your money
He told of the memories, all of which are gone
He told of the places, that he went when he was young
He told me of the people, who don't come when things go wrong
Yeah they don't come when things go wrong
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