After "Chicago"
by Sufjan Stevens
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We were small, never tall
Watched us play football
My big bro stole the show
We played punk rock in a band
Hopes and dreams, hopes and dreams
It fell apart at the seams
We moved on, we grew strong
I moved to Memphis
Lost my mind, found the grind
Spent my days reading books
Darkness screams, as dawn gleams
You said the Delta Blues would
Save my soul, save my soul
Things fell apart with our dreams
Hearts grew cold, stones grew bold
You went to art school
So it goes, so it goes
To learn how to paint
As crows fly in beelines
We spoke with one thought
As winds blow, rivers flow
You set the tripwire
As above, so below
When teardrops explode
In our youth, taste the truth
Then rhymes were a crime
For a change, as to the strange
We met before we were friends
We met before we were friends
We met before we were friends
We met before we were friends
You found me when I was lost
In your truck with good luck
My mind was weak, on the brink
Of despair, thoughts threadbare
My friends had all moved away
I was glad, I was sad
You said to let go
As the past cannot last
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