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We All Want

When it happens
It won’t never matter to me
I’ll create another instinctual cavern
And harbor the liars, the cheats,
The broken hands,
Of course, if it’s not the truth,
If you have to say it is,
Then I want to know who really lives
Is it you, when all the reality sunk in
Or me, in blissful ignorance
And blissful sin?

Within your soul,
They made a million holes
To drain your self from you
But I’ll patch them up
Like a journey into the human psyche
A miniature handyman on your
Giant personality
Foreign handshakes can’t faze you
And when you’ve got nothing left to feel
A skinny city girl with a heart of steel
When you’ve got nothing left to do
Will you take the ocean up on its truce?
Written by Gnashville (These Watery Eyes)
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