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treatin your days like a countdown seconds pass by waiting just to blow up andyou et nothing done and this is what you want lost touch and you turn yourback and you're some friend sterile conversation learn to talk a good gametalk your way out it's a sure thing testing the ends of what they'll put upwith you got your chance to say what you wan;ed to but you never do stand upfor the ones that keep you down now you can see right through it all losttouch and tracing your steps you can't begin you can't start to say whatyou're thinking and why nottalk you way out it's a sure thing testing the endsof what they'll put up with sticking it out till you can't get up how manytimes have you been pacified accepting it when you're told there's no waymaking sure there never will testing the ends of what they'll put up with
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Tom O.mindrot@cloud9.net
Mystical Bent
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