Drove past the station
Demolition in progress
A faded glory
Seems somehow appropriate
Last year it was my old school
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Drove past the station
Demolition in progress
A faded glory
Seems somehow appropriate
Last year it was my old school
Hard frost overnight
Sparrows eating frozen food
Trying to survive
It wasn’t your words
That scorched my heart so badly
But your attitude
You were one that I trusted
Who tries to discredit me