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a chair in the corner, one leg broken, and a whisper in the hall, there's frustration, another walk around the room, a loss of direction, before the start, some say a lot, with few words spoken, some with peace, say nothing at all, it's just a matter, of motivation to live, just a question, of where to get love, thrills and sand, fall through my open hand, where's my time gone, words look for the song, lost my america, but made my own way, i believe, to this garden, but on my face, the idea is showing, shelter me for no reason, at all, sunlight slanting, paranoid, feeling cold, a little fucked up. alone, seems i'm spending, these supposed best of years, quite unlike, it says right here, cold, a little fucked up. alone, take the face, in hands spread open, and one to one, let the power run, feed the mouth, that's hungry. open, feed the mind, that wonders why

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Artist: i mother earth