I am this fool
believing in
some stars
and some
god damn
word love
I prevail
in my days
my guards,
my archers
my instincts
are where I
want to be
drunken fool
I'll always be
life, belief
I just want
your breath
before I die
Pause, fast
forward and
we talk, talk
type, type
our lives away
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