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letra de album one (feel too much) v - abach

verse:

turnkey system as freedom, lending herds a sheep in none
swindled seasons as worst as feeling its windling sense the
same as can be, levler takin some will
messenger, the fate in the thrill, of the fakest aimin to still

you never knew me, acted as if you did
p-ssive dismissive is the eradic decisions missed
i pray for mine and yours
to each his own abode no wheels even spun form thus it’s deemed active when it’s up-fixed
all good things must come to an end
that cause the bricks i make are wood id’ take what would a made becomin’ a risk
gumba tumbled strung with necks contructin fun in of an big instrument
under the mystic and, not an end in the wend

get more in the air glidin’
sure n’ aware like it
i soar in of where the times are
storms n’ the red signs been

approach in the path, inflict courses, over the chance minds id pick it
so atoned at buisness, then roads of man i’ve been

quorum infectin’ whats simple, amit, caught up in the product
boredom stick best in the middle, but it’s all of in whats tarnished
over the “cared” in soon ah knew, those were a pair a tools in- mark of the past, it’s knowin’ it was enlargin’

(pause)

self credit, though downs are the imminent
out are the kids, ours about in the sense of this
mountain this a picture, within thousands a depictions missed
now could sense it, but how, it depends on em

father god far first in everything currently-
bottoms of our earth are caught, the hurt in very main hurts of es
just hurryin’ in on an uncertain weary day with em wings, furda-
learn and known, no drone above, ah merge my faith were the seams

- abach

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