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tired legs, winded lungs weary eyes and dry tongues yet we go on chasing and chasing what, i don’t know racing, racing current against boat all I’m after is what i had whats history is not past across the water i see green velvet black darkness gleams never to be had it is not meant to be the past is in the past like us lost at sea
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
Tired
tired legs, winded lungs weary eyes and dry tongues yet we go on chasing and chasing what, i don’t know racing, racing current against boat all I’m after is what i had whats history is not past across the water i see green velvet black darkness gleams never to be had it is not meant to be the past is in the past like us lost at sea
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
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