Stones
Stones keep finding their target. I'm the chosen one.
I'm the only one that breaks this time.
Let's start tracking what's honest. I must be painted red and white.
Stones keep breaking a promise. I'm the vagabond.
I'm the moving disk to meet your throw.
Let's keep points on the hardest, you keep on slinging at my bones.
I keep sounding alarmist. I like to complain.
I should like it when I break.
I'm not staying to watch this, when everyone brings the rain.
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