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Turbulent
We make it through
Weathered movement
The clouds and storms
Weathered movement in time
We find ourselves
Turbulent
Get through this drab turbulence
The writer claims a scratching line
Keep up with it
A constant delay
Soon rectify
Accelerating the mind
Turbulent
Get through this drab turbulence
Translate our own transmission
We've lived before and will once more
The writer claims a scratching line
These ants will soon rectify
Sorry for the last week of bringing you down
We make it through
My mind is to blame
The clouds and storms
The writer claims a scratching line
These ants will soon rectify our turbulence
Get through this
Finding the calming path
Windless night into brighter lights
We find ourselves
Their eyes follow you
Open the closed off circle
Their eyes follow us
Open the closed off circle
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