I put my past in a bag,
Left it by the door,
And went for a long walk,
Wiped the writing on the board,
Dusted my hands clean,
Picked up a new chalk,
Don't want to be like old wine,
In a new bottle,
Still just old wine,
Half looking forward,
Half looking back,
Through the rearview mirror of time,
I took a look at myself,
Saw somebody else,
And peeled off the face,
Didn't cross the finishing line,
Mirages as medals,
So Jumped out of the race,
Don't want to be like old wine,
In a new bottle,
Still just old wine,
Half looking forward,
Half looking back,
Through the rearview mirror of time,
We all need a second chance,
To lose ourselves in the dance,
Celebrate the sublime,
You're just an opening line,
In search of your rhyme,
Don't want to be like old wine,
In a new bottle,
Still just old wine,
Half looking forward,
Half looking back,
Through the rearview mirror of time,
Time… Time… Time…
(Music Ends)
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