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Broken Guitar Strings

Meet Fate
Emotionally scared, ran out of office
Left the boss bruised, like Springsteen
It’s fall in the cabinet and the snow will
Cover whatever recognizable road kill
It’s all about choices, every day’s a coin flip
A grasp of terror flick without voices
Left in a cabinet, beneath the surface
The secrets are making someone nervous
Ready to say goodbye at the cemetery
It’s certainly a courtesy, it’s elementary
Brought stones to the old ages adamantly
Met the metal, but was it was accidentally?

Life’s a lesson made on hard things
Taught in silence to the lambs in larking
But meets the reality of dark winds
When the window kills the starling
Said, life’s a lesson made up of hard things
Playing its melody on broken guitar strings

Seek Fate
The odds of ending divine is miniscule
Beating odds with bare hands isn’t cynical
Another imaginary bond beaten by infidelity
Like violating doctor / patient confidentiality
There are no hiatuses for elite soldiers
New conflicts arise when the war seems over
There’s a red line through the great wall
Like the chine of China the tunnel’s a great call
The odds are box officing, like Mayweather
Love hits in strange ways, like chain letters
Better stand in line, fate seems to be invisible
Like daydreams, speak of being invincible...

Life’s a lesson made on hard things
Taught in silence to the lambs in larking
But meets the reality of dark winds
When the window kills the starling
Said, life’s a lesson made up of hard things
Playing its melody on broken guitar strings

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