Words like butterflies crash into my eyes.
A kamakize flight right into my eyes.
Words like razor blades slice into my veins.
Exposing all my pain all that's left of me.
-The Junior Varsity-
"Swing for the fences, son" he must have told you once.
But that was a conversation you took nothing from
So raise your glass now, lets celebrate exactly what you've done.
Just put off another day of knowing where you're from
You can catch up with yourself if you run...
-Rise Against-
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