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Jan 2013
v1
Twice a week i'll prove
and show the world that I am clean
An older me I cant recall
no longer floods my dreams

v2
I'll never dwell, or kiss and tell
your secrets safe with me
i'd break the paper chains
if I intended to be free.

v3
I blame the crush, a seismic rush
To flatten and to build
lets raise another glass
to all the brain cells that we've killed

chorus
it makes no sense, I need no rest
I need no room to breathe
I love the violent precious things
they gently sing and seethe
thecostofbelieving
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thecostofbelieving  32/M/colorado
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