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Five O One, four fifteen
 remnants that you left downstream
 reflections of your memormy
 so lucid you don't have to dream
 of who you are and who you've been
 that stale love 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
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 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
 dreamin' 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
 thinkin' God is heaven set
 when you can barely pay your rent
 so give it all you're best spin