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de Play Dead

I was splitting at the seams
I was whipering
I was slipping through digression
I was making my mark
I stared at all reflections
But none were mine
I was full of indecision
This judgment time

This situation changes it's one on one
Got a hand without the ace
And there's nothing to come
I was searching for the rebound
But the walls are flying away
I was left to face the inquest
It was the late night way

My senses
I'm stripped of lust
And burning for that peacful trust
I was kept awake
By traditions call
I was so distressed
And now I feel the fall

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