Running haste is replaced with my free time ill-placed
Can't dispose of this bitter
Aftertaste calling aid for chase delayed,
I'm still jammed in this cane
Until my broken reflection takes the blame
Can't dispose of this bitter
Aftertaste calling aid for chase delayed,
I'm still jammed in this cane
Until my broken reflection takes the blame
We are made frail and small
Unafraid, we stand tall
In the end, we are one
Our new age has begun
Today
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