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The Break

The first stop i get to i’ll break But first off It’s time and I’m late Gotta catch it quick before it goes A lotta overstays and told ya so’s Right or wrong and I’m even scared Tryin to fight em off or just leave it there You’ll never get that chance again The weather’s fast and closin in The tide is up i gotta leave All the fighting done is auto speed There’s another lap movin in space All that’s moving down here is fate Black or white is turning gray Back at life is churning waste Dark times have risen to the fray Hard lines have chiseled their clay In this land of make believe Seers see and singers sing I tried to hit my mark with open wings It’s raining hard and hard to see Sometimes time is all you can take So here’s to that fall you cant fake Life’s on overdrive I can’t hit the brake The first stop i get to I’ll break.

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