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I fight this with Two closed fists Under a purple sky Naked trees Are clawing For the air
This won't pull on emotions But it's something to do Go ahead Try it If you dislike, refund's at the door
I always fell for The sucker punch . . .
I confess the changes Maybe I'm growing up From the shoes on my feet To the stench in my mouth
I'll remain transparent . . .
And while you speak in codes I'll speak in spirit
I tasted I did that Now I'm hooked . . .
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