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there is a point to make
it is pointless
a point to point too
a point to hit

there is a line
outside the liquor store
they don't care anymore
stretched like a rubber band

wings of time
flying in a fling
old mistakes
keep it strange

bound to
choices made
ass in a sling
keep moving down

clouds all around
hear a question
still unknown
try to understand

try to sing
but raspy voice
keeping it real
sulks into interrogation

roll the dice
nothing to lose
do what you choose
them bones

throw alone
chance to change
rearrange
see what it brings

thin skin is skin deep
laugh then weep
mental barracade oh that stings
scars never fade oh that stings