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Dec 2016
Life was a cell with a scenic view
Not a moment free, yet not a thing to do

Oh where should I take us my guardian spirit
I've a voice to move mountains but no one to hear it
I've had visions at night that will haunt the town's mornings
I've shook many a folks but they've ignored my warnings
I've given and taken and find myself hollow
I've searched many bright ally's for a figure to follow
I've loved and I've hated and lusted for an end
I've stepped on your heart than prayed it to mend
I've lied and I've listened to the mouthpiece of heaven
I've sworn in their eyes that I'd soon change my livin

And I've been blue
What can I do
All of this rain
On me and you
Oh it's a new moon that's gonna rise!
NiTSUDD
Written by
NiTSUDD  Cumberland
(Cumberland)   
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   Keith Wilson, Ahmad Cox and LeV3e
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