So set them up and watch them call.
Ignore the call.
So put it in and cut your rounds.
You're back around.
strength, you flex your length.
And in the end there's nothing left.
There's nothing left.
You say there must be something more.
You can't move home.
There's nothing left.
The colors run and bleed to grey.
It's always grey.
wind and focus in.
you held the knife.
I'm not afraid to set it straight.
It's too late.
There must be something more.
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