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Wasting Time


Matt Dotson

Keep on wasting time
Till there is no time left to waste
Falling back in line
Giving up on every chase
Longing for that something
But that something isnít there
Ending up with nothing
And nothing doesnít care
Free to walk alone
Free to face my fears
Now destined to roam
No hand to wipe my tears
I fall into a valley
Broken soul, I cry
Drowning in an endless sea
Made by my own eyes

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