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Just as everything’s going fine Lose my grip and slide Bounce the rock and catch the ball Bound to fall Fall stumble or tow the line Lose my face and hide Catch the tears I cried
From reality it seems I’ve strayed Tired of all the silly games I played Just as everything’s going fine Lose my grip and slide Bounce the rock and catch the ball Bound to fall
From reality it seems I strayed Tired of all the silly games I played Just as everything’s going fine See my life in rhyme Hear my hand slip from the wall Bound to fall
Thoughts crumblin' reachin’ blind Oh how hard I’ve tried
Possibly
I’ve died
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