For the life of me and inevitably
Seems I'm perpetually chasing after the wind
And so let it be seems I've been
Suspended indefinitely by my skin

I am not able to forecast an eighty percent
Chance of distress on my heart
Happy to say

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Good words exist
As they say I'll fall away from me

Still seems I'm perpetually chasing the wind
For the life of me and inevitably
Seems I'm indefinitely suspended by skin
Frail emotions tie the gravel to my bones
With much wisdom comes much sorrow
What has been done will be done again

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