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Lyrics
I blow wind at my sails myself,
Gaze the heavens as I catch my breath.
Put pen to paper,
Results are looking better.
But who will read them,
And will they rip them up,
And plan to tear you down.
Like bugs who eat too much,
They find it hard to hide,
And from a massive ingest,
This is a poison letter,
Written to erase the rest...of you.
You are the cure,
Or the cancer.
We’ll raise our hands,
If we all know the answers.
We’re counting on time,
Counting time.
And who wears the ring that fits,
I know that you’re hearing this,
And you’ll receive a poison letter,
We’ll all get a poison letter,
Some day soon.
And Texas try to erase this,
And no you can’t erase this,
And though we’re hoping for a near miss,
It’s coming our way.
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