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seems we're ready must we be? living life to its scripting no real substance. no release. seems so long-never seem to learn continue to cover our hands time breaks my back as we reach for the sun: will we burn our hands? yet i'm resolute; yes i'm feeling fine can't stop chasing; no limit on time sinks his teeth into what he knows. giving all - to what will grow mist of missed opportunities. release. From Letras Mania