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Sometimes I bite my tongue, as it bleeds As the fuel and the fire set alight of me The world seems overgrown with weeds Whilst the motives don’t set you free Time it flows like a sinking ship wreck gone under Gravity wont push leisurely the light shines insecurity The heavier the crush, masked by roaring thunder The deeper the sea the new filled hopeless uncertaintyvocal
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