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Space in Okay

  • Feb. 27, 2026, 4:01 a.m.
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I swear to Christ, you keep me at a distance
So you wont cause an accident
And I'm a danger but so fucking harmless,
So I speak these words to say nothing at all
When we pass the ball back n forth 
Or we're spinning round n' round
Your presence is felt...it's felt
And I don't want to watch you burn 
I don't want to watch you fall
You wont
But it doesn't have to be so hard 
I have water so just let me
I wont write you off




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