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Take and Pass

taking the short cuts
on my ride to death
But only doing it
To forget what hurts
Pointing my finger
At myself
But it was all of us
Cuase i can't take much
More of it
The steps I;m taking
Aren't up like stairs
What I'm building
Doesn't build up
But down like a ditch
Give me more to take
Give me more to breathe
Love puts you through alot
Enough to fall over the edge





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