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Do you still grind your teeth away? Try to forget it, try to let it go. It’s holding you down; it’s holding you back Like a dove without a wing, you’re going in circles Alone on the highway, there is no end in sight. On and on. Drag your feet. You’re trapped. Drowning in life. Your lungs about to burst. They made us this way. It’s a knife-edge; you’ll lose your step Fall down. Bleed out. Wake up and do it again. Written and owned by Dan Chubaty |