hopes rise. desire.
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build something out of nothing.
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happiness in the distance.
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built this for you.
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only good intentions.
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feeling this in the distance.
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hours in the sun with sand stuck on my skin.
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and when i'm finally done the waves come crashing in.
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i don't mind the waiting though the days are like the sand.
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bottle caps and broken glass cut my feet again.
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watch it all fall down.
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rebuild from what's left.
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it's not what i want.
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it's what i get.
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what i expect.
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yet there's nothing left
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Glutton For Tragedy
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| Brandtson |
