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So I called her
On it
Was it all worth
Fighting for
Over
it was all on her
shoulders
the strapmarks of burdens carried
tattooed in invisible ink
gray feathers of wings that never dawned on her
as she only felt down
touch base
given three strikes
and a ballpark
figure it out
Face it, phased out
So I called her
On it
Was it all worth
Fighting for
Over
it was all on her
shoulders
the strapmarks of burdens carried
tattooed in invisible ink
gray feathers of wings that never dawned on her
as she only felt down
touch base
given three strikes
and a ballpark
figure it out
Face it, phased out
This diamond could never conceal it was mere gravel
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