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trial run
02:31
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step back with new context from my wasted time
observing at distance with peace of mind
the path was clear, did I misstep?
it's up for grabs, just do the rest
follow through the mid-range two is all you have to offer
the lost art of falling apart, under appreciated
so sacrifice your turn at bat, and for what? your time's already past
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hard wood floor
04:08
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wander through the blackened sky
no sun to fly too close to tonight
phase through moments, wide-eyed stare
find the answers hiding out there
measure your weight in golden love
a non-existent unit for just one
come inside, release what's left for you to find
the more it hurts to follow
you've gotta carve your own path through
no time to wait or wallow
just like you always seem to do
so slide across the hard wood floor to the safety of the room next door
extend a metaphorical hand
pushed it away before it helps you care
falling further away from you and all that's unfair
the truth that's kept in the small print lies there
ive had enough
mistakes and time
flow through the mind
alter the space
compact the taste
expand your role
evolve the soul
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horizons
04:05
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all the way down memory lane, subconsciously arranged
is where the world falls into place for me, in the negative space
but I can't stay for too much longer I need to go to find a pace to hide, and ride the wave off too the shore
and all the way off in the distance, a paralleling of our wrought existence brings the state of peace of mind
is it just me, or the changing of the trees?
time's a funny thing
and we can't stay for too much longer, we need to leave this troubled place behind and catch the plane to anywhere
as we stare off in the distance, contemplating all the world's resistance, we find the light inside our eyes
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