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PINES

I, I can feel you crumbling

Will your twisted tongue lay still, I'll unravel it

You, you can leave me running
If you took the knife to your twisted life,
would you leave me behind?

Home, it's a lonely place to grow
When you're tired and old and you're scared
of the thing you know

Time, you must see it passing
As you laid me bare with a silent stare, would you give
up your speech 2,3,4?

If you think I'm scared then why aren't you running
You're a belligerent soul who's friendship is out of line

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