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I want to mute the scene,
stop the clocks
Turn them off and feel your silence
Shut their mouths,
plug my ears
And I wanna hear of some way your down and out
And all else is separation
My watch is when you leave...for the last
In a conscious moment,
I could live in uncertain regret...here in the past

My choose blanks, memories and more
You clearly made me think that I had something to live for
Buried in the dirt,
so I will dig and pull the fleet
For once I believe,
and may you pray for me

Our worlds ran parallel,
an indefinite promise to meet...divided

And a colored frustration,
as I enter the vault you breach...unsubsided

Hit firm

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Narrow Straits
Lagwagon



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