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Lyrics
[Verse]
Bald headed Tim swings the paddle slow
Lost in the court where few go
Old man Bob with a tired old grin
Dreams of places he’s never been
[Verse 2]
Pickleball courts under twilight skies
Silent battles and hidden sighs
AutoZone’s shelves stocked with despair
Oil stains blend with old worn chairs
[Chorus]
Tim and Bob in a gray routine
Dreams feel like an old movie scene
In the shadows of the neon glow
Lives intertwined yet so solo
[Verse 3]
Tim once had hair and dreams so grand
Bob’s heart was young with a steady hand
Years flew by like passing cars
Chasing dreams among the stars
[Bridge]
Twilight's shadow masks the pain
Life’s a game they can’t sustain
AutoZone aisles echo and fade
Memories like a slow parade
[Chorus]
Tim and Bob in a gray routine
Dreams feel like an old movie scene
In the shadows of the neon glow
Lives intertwined yet so solo
Details
GeneratedDec 28, 2024
Duration3:01
Credits
Prompt byHypnoticTheremin97
ModelAria v4
Prompt
About bald headed Tim and old man Bob play Canadian pickle ball and work at AutoZone. Depressive,Emotion
