paling face of the moon
following me thereon
peeking through clouds
shadowing my moves
erasing darkness on my eyes
to see everything no more lies
i grin when i saw my clock
it's twenty minutes past mark
i could be slower but on time
nickle is dull, shinier is dime
i have to make-up to catch up
you know, i know it's a wrap
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