these hands were meant for walking on ropes
these feet were made for talking to the sky
what do they say, and how do they support?
that's a question for the old
whose hands have walked upon rope
and whose feet have talked to the sky
i'm not so sure how it's done
but i'm believing
and so far my feet have met the sun
and my hands are well acquainted with every grain.
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where is a miracle
when you need one?
when do the seasons
change, only in the smoke
it's a matter of
minutes before minutes
are wasted, and the
dreams stand still
under the weight of
stagnant love
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girls wanna look sexy tonight
wanna look hot under a black sky
god knows why
i'ma get trashed in my hoodie tonight.
if that's alright.
it's a shame.
it's a shame.
it's a shame.
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