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once upon a time in a line of great few lucid minds
there came a light on, what it means to be half right
you can sit and dream of what you can be, and never move
you can break the seals of a heart, and lock it in a room
hanging on with all you might
as you scraped it to the bone
never knowing what she said
as she drove your drunk as home
hell is falling, along for all the rain
on your knees your crawling, you forgot her name
it's no small feat you skinned your kness
sell it to yourself enough and you'll beleive
all that's left is on your chest and on your sleeve
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