2 Fisted
Solace
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Taking steps to nowhere
Waking, miles away
Dwelling, sucks the life out
But it's inside where I have seen
Traces, things I'm made of
Buried, and lost away
Small walk, scarred deserver
How long, to feel you there
Been dead too long
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Bracing, for the worst now
Ever, simpler things
Forming, the silent strong hold
In the corners of a smile
Faced with no concern
Or presence of mind at all
A face wind, meets me empty
And makes clear, a seasoned fall
Been dead too long
To know the earth and stand again
Connected to the spine again
Regret that fought to take
Command
Of my heart, of my heart, of my ...