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a mouthful of yesterday is all thatÿs now left to say and iÿm ever anxious to spit or choke on it either way on one hand itÿs off of my chest the other will put it to rest and so out of my misery...

Hiding it all away In such a blurry haze It's getting blurred While all the dust that is blown becomes a gentle flow Getting blurred You let the madness begin You let the sadness back in for now For...