Faded images and a jagged life, I've lived a thousand times. I found out what it means to believe, I cast my pennies down the never ending well to know the reasons why, in the light will make your soul return.Got fast hands, riders cross lands, in search of self and in search of gold, losers lie in the alley ways of lust.Must everything die? Then miles high in the dead of night, I see a new life, time to weigh, follow jaded eyes my minds majestic, I'm at peace.As we walk the halls of happiness, dancing till we cease.
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