ChainsI float On an overgrown lake Time has made green. The boat Drifts silently, aimlessly, On dead waters serene. I stab The cold slimy bait, And watch it drop into the black below. I wait For a tug that never comes. When the line breaks I let it go. I walk, Silently, respectfully over Ruins and worn sandstone. I stop, This tomb suffocates me, Still I try to atone. I focus, But cannot, the lens on a face, until the clinking of chains turns me away. I run, From thousands of golden flecks, That hang to the settinChains
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I'm gonna find my ticket to fly
I'm gonna fly, I'm gonna fly
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suck too had on a lollipop and loves gonna get you down
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