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Sep 2013
this will never make any sense
no matter how much we want it to

floating alone I can't seem to grasp it
but maybe if you give me a hand
no I will do this on my own

this is where they come to get me
to take me away
and tell me what I am

I know I once had it all figured out
but now all I see are sticks in the sand.

I've heard it said countless times
but I've only managed to scratch the surface

let me slip away
I can't hold on
and you can't help me anymore
Written by
Andrew Utz  America
(America)   
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