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I have no words to say Let the silence pass me by I meditate and I pray Yet I can't  fathom the one who calls itself I   It's an empty abyss It's a one-way turn  It's a star-kept wish
Im like a toddler in the driver's seat I thought the freeway looked promising it didnt seem difficult from what I seen too much time alone in the other seat knowledge is nothing without experience
If I was an instrument Just currently crafted As I am    The old sounds would come from my fresh body  And startle those near   My simple, small, structure
PHASE I I have big dreams with standards set high The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly I live in a country whose president looks just like me Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
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