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Aug 2016
I try to keep up
I feel it's a stroke of luck

My blank visad is quivering now
I can't escape it now
I think I'm breaking down

Escape to worlds unknown
I'm feeling overblown

And this is happening now
I think it's time that you found out

She found a gleam I envied for
I chased for it there was no more

Gotta find the way
Nothing to find
Gotta find the way
You have to work for it
Gotta find the way
The way comes to you
Gotta find the way
The way lives within me
Show myself and it will be clear to see
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
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