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Short, Fast, & Loud |
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She's shallow like the shoreline durning low tide
But my hopes are not quite as high
Cant spot her faults but she spotted mine
She left me for herself
Considering I would too
Go figure, I'm bigger than that
The battles only halfway done
I might look young
But I'm no less defeated
How's the weather up there?
Good God I wish I was tall
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