00:12Boots on the floor, breath in my chest, shaking like thunder, heart doing the rest, no cage,
00:27hands in my pockets, backwards walking, round and around in the same old maze, then a thought hit hard like
00:36a breaker, what if one day starts right now, if I'm tired of being a stranger, to the face in
00:45the mirror somehow, this is the edge of the turning, feet on the fire, my moment's burning.
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