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For a moment I lost myself
In this dense dark dream of development For an instant I lost my mind In a haze of irony, iron and infringement Love is gained and love is lost Heaving your world up and down in a breath Its alright, I like to hike and slide It’s the plateaus that bore me to death I have an infatuation with honesty It’s not that I’m such a good guy, honestly It’s just so goddamn gorgeously gritty Without it, there's nothing but pretense For a moment I lost sight of my goals And created new ones of epic proportions That play out like a rich romantic novel And would be a hell raising, gut busting gallivanting Recently I can’t seem to be able To get Europe, sex and alcohol off my mind I’ve got a desperate need to explode into Something ripe, loud and smooth I need to get punched in the face I need to hurt Not for some masochistic pleasure But because its so much better Than loneliness Or boredom I can barely restrain myself From running, jumping, dancing Naked as I came, as I will go This is life, this is ecstasy Why put chains on it? I want to drink, fuck, sing, laugh, Love, write, raise a few good kids And die
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