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trapped beneath this fog.
I switch on the high beams, i almost thought i saw you.
Escape: Alcatraz style buddy.
These long summer nights have taken a toll, a burden i have yet to succumb to.
My passion is gone, my language is obscure.
I=shit.
the fantasy is dead
the hope has faded in my heart.
all i have left is a rock, a hardened heart that refuses to give up.
I will never turn away, no mater what i say
no mater what anyone may say.
I switch on the high beams, i almost thought i saw you.
Escape: Alcatraz style buddy.
These long summer nights have taken a toll, a burden i have yet to succumb to.
My passion is gone, my language is obscure.
I=shit.
the fantasy is dead
the hope has faded in my heart.
all i have left is a rock, a hardened heart that refuses to give up.
I will never turn away, no mater what i say
no mater what anyone may say.