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I’m tired of youThis occasion rattled me a lotWe build our island towers highWill it fall on me? A steeple of knivesCaught in core emotions risingNow our eyes have seen the hurtPremonition/relapseBelow
I’m tired of youThis occasion rattled me a lotWe build our island towers highWill it fall on me? A steeple of knivesCaught in core emotions risingNow our eyes have seen the hurtPremonition/relapseBelow