Can something give
and something snap
can we finally hear
your one hand clap
Funneled into this
whirlpool washing
to fight like rats
who's to be king
Burnt out on what
was only yesterday
never light up in
that special way
Cry on the shoulder
get a little bit older
keep rolling on
like a big old boulder
Who's seen all u need
now hides in the masses
trickles like syrup
dark sticky molasses
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