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 Rate B-54
Artist : Over it
Song : B-54
From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all
the stains
Of a junkyard sale
I'm wondering if it's not just youth...you
know?
Old woes won't waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow throne's got a
view to everything.
You won't win to bind a heart that's found
belief,
Hope doesn't disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
Doesn't make much sense with your back to
expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its
grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time won't hope to choke
ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you can't afford to
miss the ratio.
These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop
raids
And these dedication songs,
Just hold the meantime for something more.
Through all this time did you really think I'd
let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill
my life with light.
Friends shouldn't have to wage these wars, so
let's stop here.
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