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A Crow's Glory

A Crow's Glory

It seemed so pure when we started out
A childhood dream, an effort for a change from the everyday
As time goes on things become corrupt
I don't want to quit. This is all I have
I refuse to fail, give me some more time,
I refuse to let go
I won't ever give up on myself
Stronger now more than ever
I'll push on, push on through the crowds of mediocrity
Fuck you dead ringers
I'd rather die than be held at bay with a toy knife
We do this for us
Stand there and let me climb you to higher ground Push past,
Move fast,
Outlast.






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