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Pariahs fed to piranhas at sail
Our marks on driftwood prevail
The pre-conceived notions, we’re destined to fail
You can’t float when the baggage wеighs you down
And the shore is all you want to see….

I need more than survival
Grasp for something that’s vital
Shine a light to break through the night
Then I’ll carry on my own”

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