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Shadows been word One win a hand To sell it through their thick little back let clock It's a... It's a passage way to drive, walk or run through Or the wind and water can carry me I expect what didn't happen just now to have just happened It lifted me up, part of the quan skies one And body betrayal that's designed by the shadows Now that forward or up or down climb to top It's the bottom so there is no rush And you don't get tired Just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you Trying to pretend... Burying it wherever it grooves itself to the rage of life That balance And move like you do 'cause you do it for them I've been followed and I've been so wrong Mistakenly killed for being so thin I conflict inside out The song of trash that can rise in depression It's closing Love So it grooves I assume that whenever slides in her own ground spending life So you flip each day to the night That holds you soft in position Folding pain tightly so it knows what it means For it silent vowels to be all that bleeds Like you knows the sides Or what it needs to keep trying And it didn't mean to be N. I. A. P My body is light 'Cause the weight of whatever's carrying me through the weak Traps around That bleed I've stepped anyway not falling my being on my way to be... I'll never go empty for thanks... To have thee Sitting around feels like running And crowds... Dangle me from their thighs widening across where life is here 'Cause my love is crying I'll share the way I've lost 'Cause I'm a pretend me And I'm real 'cause I can hit me, softly And bleed Blood I can hear 'Cause I'm here now and it's far from me Fall back into the ground Flip dive through its holes Then in the whole thing Landing is unimportant As long as I'm giving the thing that swirls Like selling dreams to cannabis Telling too to jump free...