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The Quarry
Now you are the quarry
Until then, You were hang up on yourself
You didn't have due regard
Someone has rained on your Parade
Cant handle it
Your eyes have grown tired
have you a safe place to hide ?
Numb days
where are the residual of your friends
dividing the public
was your aim
As the world rises and falls
you were culpable in its mindsight
Now you're the chased
your eyes have grown dim ?
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Antony Glaser
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