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This time
this day
My mind is shouting for release
stress turns to pressure so easily
Sometimes I find my release in fluffs of green
or maybe the beats that flash from sonic lights
in B'ham
perhaps i should turn to something simple
a quick hit and run of with my friend Oana, even if she's thousand miles away
oh teen.
today here is my hand.
I extend to you
the gift of release
I will take your pressures with me
As i fade into oblivion
I can't make you listen to my preach
It's your choice
come with me
we can
sink into careless bliss.