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Written and bound, leaving from Burnside.Might as well head, it's more than a day's drive.It's a fresh start (or a sad ending)As we're rolling straight up the 5.So how do you know it's bad?Just fill in the pages.Such a fine line between trashAnd one for the ages.Could be the drugs, but this is outstanding.Rented a house, 13th and Landing.Word's getting around, track in the basementAnd what's growing in the backyard.So how do you know it's bad?It's there in the pages.Time's gonna show this ain't trash.It's one for the ages.Spending our hours and minimum wagesTrying to make just one, one for the ages.Written and bound, only a chapter.Guess I'm not sound, more an adapter.It's a bittersweet tale of searching for answers,Or just rolling when it got hard.SongtexteSo how do you know it's bad?It's there in the pages.Time's gonna show this ain't trash.It's one for the ages.Spending our waking hours and minimum wagesTrying to make this one, yeah, one for the ages. Aus Songtexte Mania