The story
He keeps moving, but the ending already shadows him.
He moves through town like a man the whole place has marked, shoulders down, eyes forward, with every step sounding like a clock closing in. The road, the bar lights, and the people who look away all press the same truth: he is still breathing, but he is already being counted out.
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Lyrics
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