TW Walsh
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I cannot guarantee
A fortunate family tree
Because if you are what came before
I'm not a leader or an artist
But i'm drunk and poor
Casually approach the things that you love most
And sadness will disappear
Casually let go of things you think you know
What's left over will be real
A fall from grace or a "becoming antsy"
A typical flight from fancy
The end-all cure is my family curse
A thirsty mouth and an empty curse
Casually approach the things that you love most
And sadness will disappear
Casually let go of things you think you know
What's left over will be real
I have stayed from what i'm made
And rearranged the naming
The tracks have all been laid
For hostility and blaming