| Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word.
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| Never more honest, always too tired.
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| Drowning in the pages I’ve planned:
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| Provoke, destroy. |
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| I could be the lost cause, for I am dead poetry.
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| In this reflection, in this reflection we are perfect disorder.
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| Bring back balance, bring restoration.
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| I saw the waves again, I felt the impact.
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| I saw the waves again, I watched the current sway us.
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| Bring back balance, bring restoration.
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| Go!
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| Lost in the clouds and my heart is sleeping.
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| Within the tide, although my eyes are dying.
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| Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word, every word.
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| Never more blatant, always too thoughtful.
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| If I could change things, I’d change myself.
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| Time to be joyful in no consistency.
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| Faith can be our only regularity.
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| Time to be joyful in no monotony.
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| There are no final goodbyes, this is our certainty.
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| Bring back balance, bring restoration.
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| I saw the waves again, I felt the impact.
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| I saw the waves again, I watched the current sway us.
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| Bring back balance, bring restoration.
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| And just like that my life ceased to be.
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| If I could change things, I’d change myself:
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| Sunk to the bottom of a deaf, lifeless world. |