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I must apologise for myself, dear friend, for my self worth is not by means, but through the end. I can't fully nor slightly dare alter my past, You're so well adjusted, while I'm just aghast. Issues and problems, I self destruct on a dime, All the forevers were nevers, this and all times. Only you know what's real and what's been unsaid, But I will know, what's drowning and what's been misread. I am what the players play, insecure up above One of the hopefuls, musicians and lechers do love No talks with my father, or walks with my mother, I'm broken like the rest of you, we're one another. We'll walk beside the highway, firey-footed steeds, left in town You'll never pain me again til voices wake and us we drown We'll walk beside the highway, firey-footed steeds, left in town You'll never pain me again til voices wake and us we drown
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