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Moved into a new abandoned town
take my roots and hack them with a pocket knife
the agony of growing new connections
will to uncooperative dismise
Im cold to your touch and nowhere are we be the same
Were pulling apart as if we were magnetic opposites.

feeling pain in my arms from hard labor
i know there is a shelf life
when will the agony begin
the life of service feels like a slow death
nowhere i want to be.....
be anything was a childhood dream
and now see them in flames.

I need a drink to talk too you.
I need a drink. To speak my mind
just scared of speaking this truth.

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