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said best displayed less concealed
in the veld at the end of the reel
but I got a desperate pitch for a crooked deal
same old foray for a brand new feel
you might be laying low, but you're still getting rolled
horizon's holding forth enticing you to go
clipping the heels of triumph
silver don't account for much
fighting to breathe to sit to rust
crumbling nails cold to the touch
c'mon leave yr hat on, there's no time to be coy
I can hear the rest departing & I was just getting started
crashing through the gates of an abandoned state
the waiting's getting to me
yeah sure I'll return to my seat—
be dealt my last reprieve for a hackneyed mutiny
taking off my skin
something like akin
to just taking the air
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