The lines we draw between are criminal, Projected, faint and
With everyone so dead It’s harder to pretend We’re passionate
Our youth was overrated Because anger never gets old The
I Have no ignorance of thieves In love with language.
The only thing that happens twice are your mistakes, seems
It's on and why not?
There's nothing that makes sense at
Weigh anchor, draw the lines. The flood of fortune
Spent a lifetime making plans for the moment when your
Fell silent in a crowd so you wouldn't mind, left
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