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CHURCH

MEGO

The wanderer's drift

lyrics from ROwdy

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Seven times we've been down with nothing left to say.

You're too obtuse for me to let it loose, before your grand display.

Tongue-tied again, conversation spins in a meandering kind of way.

Positions shift, predictions went exactly as I expect.

 

I pull it back again

and I won't let it go.

I won't let it go again.

 

Should I be a perfect enemy and just stay away?

Intellectual territories that I could never relay.

I see you working for a grasp at something

struggling to make headway.

In an ocean of words, I'd hate to see you hurt,

but my pride gets in the way.

 

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