i thought what i'd do was, i'd pretend i was one of those deaf-mutes.
waiting for something
i'm waiting for my luck to change
fearing the routine,
of that which i cannot escape
racing to touch fire
i always arrive when there's just ash
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i'm waiting for my luck to change
fearing the routine,
of that which i cannot escape
racing to touch fire
i always arrive when there's just ash
©