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Sure feels strange to never obtain
What others throw away

One fist in their pocket
While the other quickly chops away
The pain you once fought for

Keep the lamb in line
Those chains was never meant to be that big

Always drawing the shortest straw
Surely abstain from your reality
Shells never meant this much before

Self teached judges
Never taking time
To look upon the true core
Chains made of cotton
Still this hard to break

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