Might I crave a crawling imposter
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head held for miles to come
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simply slice a prayer to answer
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as the daylight lets me run
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of all the schemes that you've conducted
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this one makes it safe
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erasing all my fond memories
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of a life you couldn't take
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we all have those disasters
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they let you know they run
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can˘Ąt you never stay any longer
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as long as you still run
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The Palpitations Form A Limit
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| Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez |
