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Eye

Oh yeah, you get down to it

Sick thing is, my sympathy is asking

Mess, you make it all the way

Way into my road, silk, gold, blood

Never thought it would pile

Define just for you

Just how to destroy me

I’m crass- sometimes

I preach love, think it, but its not on target

Thank you for what you give me

How could I be choosing who’s worthy

Of my time, my love?

Then sucking on extra oxygen who’s a waste of time

Petering with my patience

Crawling to define me

What? To lose my dream?!

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