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Wait, wait on here
Please don’t count it
I’m a little more than you have heard;
Much more than you’ve made up
From the ground to my teeth
And all that’s beneath
Do you twist and you mould
Open tales false and weak
But I’m not putting up,
No I’m not putting up
So cliché:
Can you curb what rides the breeze?
I sound like I’m right, But I could be wrong
I’m not sure anymore
These moves sure confuse my moments of truth
I guess I’m wrong… I’m not sure anymore
But I admit, oh I confess
I got caught up in my own mess
I’m just a man who thought he could
Rule all by himself (rule, all by himself)
The tangled fibres I once wore
One by one I untangle those
To revise all I’ve done
Now and forever more
I see good kindle like before…
I see good. Breathe.