When time slips away from me I
thought you would say "You're all mine."
I've got it good,
'cause you're right here with me,
and people I see are always
looking for peace among the,
amputee of the blasphemy.
And I know it's getting hard,
take control and disregard.
When things are looking bad enough,
I get rid of all my luck.
Think of the things you always
wanted to be,
and found out,
you're suddenly on the fiction side.
When things can't seem to get much
worst off than me,
I'll always,
"Disagree" for our growing tide.
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