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She had a shark in her shoe
The doubts they just crash and tolled of pain a cry, I’m insane
Bodies broken just left to lie on the fields of inventing a new past
Relenting misrepresenting align to everything we once were
Wait but don’t stop, fall but don’t drop, someone’s cigarette smoke in your face
It puffs out to hold you its hostage, I can’t match your power, I attested in disdain acquitted remitted of appearance, a life of bold and honest to their purpose
I can’t see the bad, I can feel it, but all I see is good, but I can’t feel it
You are karma the act of the past the mission of the gods who laugh and interlope being a business of bland
My thoughts are with me to no longer search to be captive and to feel no bounds and loose my chains 
But it’s a game, to see an age and see what matches is found by courage, with no pill, no wine
Now washed up on the shore, from somewhere foreign a tropical paradise, off with the shoes, home sweet home 
 Feeling good out for a swim surrounded by sharks

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