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The rip chord pulled mid-flight Sure do miss the free fall.. Yes the wheels fell off, Sure did run out of steam, The tank now reads E, My compass lost at sea, Sun-scorched sails no more swell, No sense of purpose behind me, Yet I know it’s out there somewhere Maybe between then and now That place beyond reality, submerged inside my dreams Could be buried in the sand, Trapped amongst the stars Find me a boat, let me build a rocket Just let me sleep..
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
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The rip chord pulled mid-flight Sure do miss the free fall.. Yes the wheels fell off, Sure did run out of steam, The tank now reads E, My compass lost at sea, Sun-scorched sails no more swell, No sense of purpose behind me, Yet I know it’s out there somewhere Maybe between then and now That place beyond reality, submerged inside my dreams Could be buried in the sand, Trapped amongst the stars Find me a boat, let me build a rocket Just let me sleep..
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
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