| Shadows been word
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| one win a hand
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| to sell it thru their thick little back let clock,
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| it’s a,
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| it’s a passage way to drive, walk or run thru,
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| or the wind and water can carry me.
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| i except what didn’t happen just now to just happened
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| to just hear me up, part of the quan skies one.
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| and body betrayls that’s design by the shadows
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| now that forward or up or down climb to top
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| it’s the bottom so there is no rush,
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| and you don’t get tired,
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| just knows, when it burn the creeves that’s around you
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| trying to pretend,
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| burrying it wherever it grooves itself to the rage life
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| that balance,
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| and move like you do cuz you do it for them.
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| i’ve been followed and i’ve been so wrong
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| mistakenly killed for being so thin
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| i can flip inside out
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| the song of trash that can rise in depression,
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| it’s closing
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| love
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| so it grooves
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| i assume that whenever slides in her own ground spending life
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| so you flip each day to the night
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| that holds you soft in position
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| folding pain tightly so it knows what it means
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| for it silent vowels to be all that bleeds
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| like you knows the sided
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| or what it needs to keep trying
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| and it didn’t mean to be N I A P my body is light
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| cuz the way of whatever carring me thru the weak traps around
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| that bleed
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| i’ve stepped anyway not falling my being my way to be
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| i’ll never go empty for fex to have thee
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| sitting around feels like running and crowds
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| dangle me from their thighs widely cross where life is here
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| cuz my love is crying
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| i’ll share the way i’ve lost
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| cuz i’m a pretend me and i’m real cuz i can hit me softly
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| bleed
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| blood i can hear
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| cuz i’m here now and it’s far from me fall back into the ground
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| flip dive to it’s holes
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| burring the all thing (???) unimportent
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| as long as i’m giving the things that swirls
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| like selling dreams to cannabis
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| telling too to jump free |