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All The Way To The Northern End

Floating all the way to the northern end
With enough strength to break a bream
I'm concerned I might just hit a wall
And the logic became another one
One of the many alone

It's just a jagged, crooked stone
Rolling through the breaking bone
And you think you're all alone
But the truth is you're just a shame

Blessing her small southern clocks
With foam enough to fill a whole room
The alcohol flows and so do we
Then we just became particles
We didn't fully split apart

It's just a jagged, crooked stone
Rolling through the breaking bone
And you think you're all alone
But the truth is you're just a shame

It takes so much more than a fuck and a smile to captivate a heart like mine
And no matter what I do, you seem to play and berate with my mind
The sound of fighting gets louder as we gravitate into a spin of greed
Please tell me what you want, now that we have all that we could ever need
Written by hollowgraphic (Philip Everett Brock)
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