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In streets still with sleep
words that are worth the dirt beneath
verbal arrows that you
down the moon in parking lot

I hit you in the
my imprinted with your teeth marks
and skin struck cobblestone
realigned like a bone

If you play it
me on the line
hold your so tight
your knuckles turn white

Any that fits
was by hypocrites
with no one to blame
there's no reward for a fame

eyes still follow me
like burns in a sweatshirt sleeve
a space you couldn't fill
you can try to drown me but I'm hard to

You can struggle for my
cheer me on from the side with your pride
I'll but won't forget
all the pain of your swaying

If you it right
Keep me on the
hold your so tight
your knuckles turn white

Any glove fits
was stitched by
with no one else to
there's no reward for a fame

Just when we hit the
hands smelling coins and decaying rust
Your heels hazard high
Just the of crazy that would catch my eye

instructions still prevail
"just a few can round crooked tail"
sling and slang in speech
Feels just like a dream

If you play it
Keep me on the
hold your so tight
until your turn white

Any glove that
was by hypocrites
no one else to blame
there's no for a wicked fame