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Two hundred sixteen flips of a calendar covered in sunny skies
I used to know all the other kids in a world where nothing ever dies
But somewhere along the way I found that everything turned to dust
And I ran around looking for the key covered in deodorant must

And I wonder what I did to time for the suffocation I've received
And I'm curious as to how the reaper ripped away my dreams
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?

365 flips of a calendar full of witty little quips
As people walk buy and I imagine what they'd look like on my lips
While teenage girls are talking 'bout nothing and dancing in place
And I drive by a shut down schoolyard and throw my mind out into space

And I wonder what I did to time for the suffocation I've received
And I'm curious as to how the reaper ripped away my dreams
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?

So how many times can we say what if before it disappears?
And can youth remain in a turtles step after two hundred years
And if his future views still fine
What does that say about mine?

So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?
Well if I don't run then I suppose it's earned

Description
Two hundred sixteen flips of a calendar covered in sunny skies
I used to know all the other kids in a world where nothing ever dies
But somewhere along the way I found that everything turned to dust
And I ran around looking for the key covered in deodorant must

And I wonder what I did to time for the suffocation I've received
And I'm curious as to how the reaper ripped away my dreams
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?

365 flips of a calendar full of witty little quips
As people walk buy and I imagine what they'd look like on my lips
While teenage girls are talking 'bout nothing and dancing in place
And I drive by a shut down schoolyard and throw my mind out into space

And I wonder what I did to time for the suffocation I've received
And I'm curious as to how the reaper ripped away my dreams
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?

So how many times can we say what if before it disappears?
And can youth remain in a turtles step after two hundred years
And if his future views still fine
What does that say about mine?

So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?
So where was the weapon he wielded when he struck the nerves
If I don't run is this what I deserve?
Well if I don't run then I suppose it's earned