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Biding my timeSee the earth’s melancholy coming down from the past.Stellar bucket in reverse, bringing me down fast. Just gotta take it for myself, in any hole I’d rest. Spinning out of emptiness, a super solar blast. Oh, but I’m biding my time, and I’m waiting… What a war to wage inside, painting numbers by fear. Catapult catastrophy, for you it seems so clear. So I grab my things and fly to any hole I’d found. As it fades a lesson learned: I’m running out of fear. Oh, but I’m biding my time, and I’m waiting… |
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