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Coasts - text


There is no binary understanding
These wolves can breathe but talk is f*cking cheap
No one breathes for anything but flavors of the week
From coast to coast you will find me here in this coup alone
For years we'll roam, these are our hours wasted afloat
I swear to (god)
My minds made up and my feet stand still
I have no love for these creatures and I never f*cking will
Counting blessings and cheap rhetoric
I swear you will never live to be part of this
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