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All These Years

One day a man with his life in his hands
dishonors himself for a dime
I managed a look but that's all I could
Cause I don't have the time
Seeing myself and feeling my wealth
controls my mind
One man's dead, one day is gone
What's next for all mankind

I blindly stare around alot
I can't feel anything, anything at
All these years, to see where I began
I didn't know, guess I'll never understand

Twenty years gone it didn't take long
And still I don't even care
Razed and bred, put thoughts in my head
To take away the fear
Woke up one night, screaming with fright
Afraid of what I'd hear
Ghosts in the streets, old, broken, and beat
Telling me I'm near

John Boese

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