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I thought he was intangible He's fragile He is frozen in time He's scared He is now going slow motion in reverse His words are misguided They tear everything apart He battles his secrets
We're just watching time pass  Sitting around Being clowns Playing with the rules When we're all bound To do great So why wait? Why sit around & contemplate on our already planned-out fate?
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