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Short Morgan

Ovlov

I fire one off and wait
Alone like
My [?] races on til you say
That you want me to decide
My own fate
But if it's left up to me
I don't see why not try to find
A friend to wait along with me, to ride
Cause alone it feels so pointless
Don't confess
Don't stress out on me

(Yeah, it's getting worse now)

You talk a lot for free
With no shame
And waste it all on me
Who won't care
But if this is how you feel
Then go say
It all to someone real
Who wants to play along with you
While you whine
Alone you're feeling fine
And your bones they hold onto the weight
Of older things
I could wait
But you don't ask






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