Decline
That's by design
It's a condition of the age
Or at least mine
It's the position of the stars
And now all eyes
Are on the tv in the bar
We're sat beside
Getting sick of sitting on a gold mine
Watching my grip slipping on the long line
The one that I think leads back to my old life
To old times
Old times
Dumb things I've done
But can't forget
And people that I used to know
That I upset
Seem to find their way inside
My idle mind
And you know lately it's been idle
All the time
Do you ever wonder if our friends here
Are really just the people that we drink near?
And they'll all be moving on
While we're
Stuck here
Like old times
Getting sick of sitting on a gold mine
Watching my grip slipping on the long line
The one that I think leads back to my old life
To old times
Old times
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