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a song I wrote in 7th grade Daylight bruises what darkness don't impair Went to catch my breath for seconds but couldn't breathe the air Smock of people's lost intentions not to sin You say you like competition because you know you win I know I'm gonna die But I sense a good kind of feeling everytime, every time I'm high If you've got stuffed with clothes in the closet And life in your hands If you've got sober parents behind you, just like now You're a lucky man Lost transmission of some senseless church of prayer If god created good intentions, why there's bad vibes everywhere? Took your picture, took three seconds, took your time Were there ever writings about you? Or just me, myself and I
