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I n a way it's a certain comfort falling into the hands of oblivion keeping us from the other side of the door keeping us from finding so much more keeping us from getting to the deepest core There are so many different kinds of detours steering us away from our own true roads directions become hard to understand trying to plant two feet on the land trying to save a fistful of sand trying to be a part of the band Most of the time it acts like a phantom coming and going when least expected at random it grips like a chest on fire faithfully stealing away our desire stopping us from climbing up any higher making us walk on the tightest of wire Here is why it can always be dear it keeps the brain busy and escape is clear there's always a route we can take that is near there's always some reason to be with the fear
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
FRAED [by Beaumon Vaga] 5-5-2014
I n a way it's a certain comfort falling into the hands of oblivion keeping us from the other side of the door keeping us from finding so much more keeping us from getting to the deepest core There are so many different kinds of detours steering us away from our own true roads directions become hard to understand trying to plant two feet on the land trying to save a fistful of sand trying to be a part of the band Most of the time it acts like a phantom coming and going when least expected at random it grips like a chest on fire faithfully stealing away our desire stopping us from climbing up any higher making us walk on the tightest of wire Here is why it can always be dear it keeps the brain busy and escape is clear there's always a route we can take that is near there's always some reason to be with the fear
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
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