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I Hear You
The seconds tick past like minutes,
as I pace these hardwood floors.
Busy feet tarnish their finish,
another day I'm still at war.
They tell me keep on fighting,
but the bullets bend and break.
In the...
as I pace these hardwood floors.
Busy feet tarnish their finish,
another day I'm still at war.
They tell me keep on fighting,
but the bullets bend and break.
In the...
