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One Minute

One minute, one minute long As the seconds go by I try and be strong For I know you can see it But I won't admit That my hands are shaking and my heart beats fast That I can't stand here too long or my body turns to a plaster cast I guess it's too late because you already know That in the scope of things I don't like to show Anything about me to anyone like you Because we're so quick to judgments That we where them like a tattoo Exposed to the elements and wrapped in plastic Only being ripped off when we feel enthusiastic I refuse to let this control me I refuse to let it be the admission fee I enter with no remorse In order to finish this course To expand my mind and look beyond This sacred bond That we all hold with each other With no judgments for one another And as the air is thickening And clocks ticking I say thank you for listening to this vocal instrumental conditioning
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stephan-knight
American
Published
Feb 10, 2018
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