I see the future… it's permanent.

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Come closer to a death that will never take your soul

And check for the hour (I'm pretty sure it's too slow-fast)

Don’t go down the roads that never seemed real, at all

Just row, row to soul

Just get a little closer, get away with murder, my dear

And all night long, the people are always near

Come out, a little short

And wake up, a little high

Don’t mourn another person or else you'll surely die, inside

Just keep the people "close" and then you'll get a ride back home

I know this ain't what you want

And this is what you need,

But get a little closer

And then you'll feel too cold

Created: May 31, 2017


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