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You'll grow out of it, Like a snake From Its skin. You'll see the light Fade To black Because You'll grow from mismanaged Attacks. You'll grow out of it, Like a clam Whose rotted from its Shell. You'll see the life you've lead Will seems as if All ones actions were controlled By some kind of Spell. You'll grow out of it, Like a bear From its den. When asked to leave This place You'll simply say, When? You'll grow out of it, Like lovers so Often do. There's nothing Permanent In this world, Not even Special old You. You'll grow out of it, Like we all will, Through and through. Let the rain fall. Let the wind blow. Let the hot knife of life Slide into you Like it would Through freshly fallen Snow.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
You'll Grow Out of It
You'll grow out of it, Like a snake From Its skin. You'll see the light Fade To black Because You'll grow from mismanaged Attacks. You'll grow out of it, Like a clam Whose rotted from its Shell. You'll see the life you've lead Will seems as if All ones actions were controlled By some kind of Spell. You'll grow out of it, Like a bear From its den. When asked to leave This place You'll simply say, When? You'll grow out of it, Like lovers so Often do. There's nothing Permanent In this world, Not even Special old You. You'll grow out of it, Like we all will, Through and through. Let the rain fall. Let the wind blow. Let the hot knife of life Slide into you Like it would Through freshly fallen Snow.
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ashby-brown
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
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