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hunted down someone said, no story, no gain wipe the clock right now I despise what you crave I remember you when you wore a different face never heard a story of anyone who drove the blacktop insane leaning on a stoplight waiting for eventual change what's it matter right now it's not so easy to gauge every time that you ask for more it's the sound that makes the colors go blind and everything comes in threes but your face shows two lost in the watershed way out of tune ain't it hard when the spirit doesn't catch you gravity's the winner and it weighs you down it weighs you down From Letras Mania