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Living This Feeling
You're the driver, my mind the trackYou're racing forever long races, back to back.Tell me how you haven't changed your tires On this rugged trailMaking the journey blurry and destination. ...
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Let the Red, stain my arm.
My head is like a tree in the forest.If it breaks and falls and nobody is there to see it,Do you hear it?The face of death seems so close,I fog ...
