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give him a reason to step down
he’s on the verge of judging right
give him a reason to read through the lines
when like clockwork those holy rollers
gather round and blaze in tight
he’s cooling in the right ways
starting to lean into the haze
give him a method to slow down
when his engine isn't even close to burning out
give him the will to keep his poisons on the low
he only wants to dive in deep with able hands
wrap those arms round the thrills he's had
he's cooling in the right ways
starting to lean into the haze
he was only wounded for a half a mile
now he's fighting to keep his inner child
wanting to die to be reborn
he knows that hard times are still in store
he was only wounded for half a mile
he swears
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