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We express the same things but with different words
We acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-heareds
Just like the last line you draw to remind of past-time
A fast-winded feeling of freedom pleased to be recognized
And i can hear your doctors calling from here, saying:
Killed by his independecy and akilles-heel
Cuz he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal.
Wheres my muse, wheres my muse
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used
Staggering like the old man feeding the dirt
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that iv learned
A windowless frame in a transparent room
Flilling up cracks with plastic assumes
A nuance
A venue
Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint over
Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint over
My friend
I wrestle myself as I walk along the weary-
motely watching i find myself staring
building up an empire, of my great desire
while fumes/fuel from my thought process take me higher
ENJOY !
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