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been a long time |
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since we spoke to an extent |
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reflecting on the past |
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and the roots of intent |
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with miles on our back |
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a stranger can attest |
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it wouldn't hurt nothin |
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to be warry of rest |
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now we run with a new routine |
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to overcome tryin' times of our scene |
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the dusty trail that we tread upon |
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has now sailed, sent a message far beyond |
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embrace |
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be humble by temptations that remain steadfast |
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if you stumble |
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a momentary lapse will soon be on the path |
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falter |
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in the middle of a dream |
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awakening to a hard reality |
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a diary |
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stirring in the blood stream |
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a planted seed |
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slowly surfacing |
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open up through the skin |
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rip it up and open in |
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seal it up to stop the bleed |
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open arms to receive |
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embrace |
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be humble by temptations that remain steadfast |
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if you stumble |
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a momentary lapse will soon be on the path |
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embrace |
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be humble by temptations that remain steadfast |
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if you stumble |
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a momentary lapse will soon be on the path |
