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It's a miniscule event with many people on the fence uninterrupted turbulence
I'm on the way down
Like a needle in the pond slowly sinking it's way along I'm like electrostatic bond
I'll go up but down down
Cause I'm holding on for you ...
Is that me in the corner?
Meeting my maker, am I stuck in limbo in my own head?
Is that me in the corner?
Pushing the borders of native soul reason in heavenly...
I'm a crack in the cement where people tread & tread
On my face on my thoughts on my soul
These are my own slowest demise
A cloud at fill velocity, a shooting stars calamity
A new born in bloom or a song that's finally intune?
Is that me in the corner?
Meeting my maker, am I stuck in limbo in my own head?
Is that me in the corner?
Pushing the borders of native soul reason in heavenly...
Treason, oh heavenly I'll salute you
Execute salute to echo!
Is that me or is it you?
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