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Smooth cliffs and concrete walls
Smashed dreams in barren stalls
Is that beyond him so far?
Is that because he's so fucked up?
Sick gifts and colored blocks
Blisters on rotted stalks
I want it away from me
Bud this right now
(til he falls down again)
He sits and rattles the same thing
Help me right now
