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Feb 8
mindless I ride in the saddle of my shadow
i mock and mimic my every move
when i cut it up, we bust it loose
when we're getting the groove on, i never lose

the choice, to forget to know
whichever way we choose not to go
whenever i'm playing a lame game
of duck, duck,  whose the goose?

we are never left alone, when i start to bust it loose
as we tune to the zone, i call in all the troops
confused, not knowing what to do
they tuck their tails, and show their caboose

everyone ran like hell, gave up for no reason
oh how they've failed, isn't that treason?
they're ******* scared, they don't like your tone
so just let them all be, ******* leave them alone

now truly lone?
where to?
where do we go?
i just can't decide

we can get lost in the dark, so i'll run there to hide
you watch my back, i'll distract my mind??
soon to be over, i run from the light
as i disappear, we set sail into the night
I got nothing on this one
Craig Strong
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Craig Strong  48/M/United States
(48/M/United States)   
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