Lyrics:
secondhand And it's worse, being witnessed firsthand Weren't gonna let it manifest Working against it, and it gets burst in its bubble Anapest when it returns
the fuck I've been through But I was gifted with the gift of rhythmical precision And I understand, how anapests, can manifest, an unexpressed feeling So I
always will And the anapest roars That's the horses of war They’ve done quite a few tours Round my door Get a bad surprise at every bend It’s coming back
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