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Instructions unclear Uncommon is not a word I often choose Over zealous usage has left it maladjusted I feel too frustrated and abused Fear the fearful and ****** the transmute In terms not so blatant Put it on the back burner Pack it up and go home For a moment Calculate the risk in ****** Before you know you'll be encroached You're killing it And yourself as well Although I'm not convinced you see it I know your will is right, heart straight as an arrow But strung up on the wrong bow And swiftly you'll be deadly buried in the things you used to know People die and turn to snow To bury you alive And leave you feeling cold It might hurt to take a knife I know Your back is riddled As it goes But hold on tight I see the rope Is burning bright But flames drive back The dreary nights And warming up, going up in flames Avoid Blowing up, reaching out in vain Endless as the days Ticking clocks all look the same Hear them spelling out your name Is this the way it stays?
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Avoid
Instructions unclear Uncommon is not a word I often choose Over zealous usage has left it maladjusted I feel too frustrated and abused Fear the fearful and ****** the transmute In terms not so blatant Put it on the back burner Pack it up and go home For a moment Calculate the risk in ****** Before you know you'll be encroached You're killing it And yourself as well Although I'm not convinced you see it I know your will is right, heart straight as an arrow But strung up on the wrong bow And swiftly you'll be deadly buried in the things you used to know People die and turn to snow To bury you alive And leave you feeling cold It might hurt to take a knife I know Your back is riddled As it goes But hold on tight I see the rope Is burning bright But flames drive back The dreary nights And warming up, going up in flames Avoid Blowing up, reaching out in vain Endless as the days Ticking clocks all look the same Hear them spelling out your name Is this the way it stays?
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
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