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Aging in Rhythm
The truth is i'm having a little trouble
Deciding between the prize and money
And it's not like its any easier
With all these people hanging on my next word
In a look not made like this mood
I saw it clearly
But i didn't know it was you
Once famous for leaving,
My small brained body
Fell into the greatness of a bad joke
Still meaning, in ruthless relevance
What i had meant to suddenly start knowing
They themselves don't have an excuse
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For what they're doing
Just to barely fill their own shoes
So if you notice
That i look like shit for a week
Don't even worry
This is just how i wear my clothes
When i'm not
Intrigued by first impressions
Or swayed by cold rejections
My brain makes castles from sand
But i just do all i can
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