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Thrown
You play your fucking tapes again,
and you're right.
Breeze your way away again, for tonight.
Right away.
Steps turned into boundaries,
played along.
Formed you so unreadable, but you still can't fool me,
I'm not blind to your eyes.
Could you rain down again, from your climb,
from what needs to surface.
Would you be Thrown again, from your high,
from what keeps you barely alive.
Your simple plan upended, so you cried.
Scraped your soul for solace,
But you still hold hands with the love you threw
to the fire.......
Would you rain down again from your climb,
from what needs to surface.
Would you be Thrown again from your high,
from what keeps you safe at night....
- Music - J. Woods
- words - S. Barto
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