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a constant battle
to march
to the beat
of their drum.
fighting a noble war, the away team
don't even know i am here.
things got to get better
fall in line, march 2, 3, 4,
don't cry your own tears
at night.
tried to play the game.
lost the plot. got up. lost the plot.
tried to make my world
in my image.
lower the defense stat,
for i am defeated.
take my pound of flesh,
ain't got no fight left.
these war games,
forgot me how
to dream.
love, peace, and adobo grease, Guilliean

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