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Just when I thought
I had handled solace
I can soften my guard behind false confidence
just when I felt
humbled by insipid
except from this blind-side and from reading a script
cause I am seduced by reaction and under the influence
I'm slipping grip I'm
up to my tricks off my wagon
I have no defense I'm
wreaking havoc
wreaking havoc and consequence
I get reduced by my own willfulness as
I reach for my usual odd replacements
cause I wish for sanction it lacks in my steps
I'm slipping grip I'm
up to my tricks off my wagon
I have no defense I'm
wreaking havoc
wreaking havoc and consequence
forgiveness is understanding that
affirming a compact for the millionth time
on this tumbling house of cards of mine
I am beaten by my impulsiveness
by this uncanny foreshadowing of regret
cause I'm repulsed by restriction at least that's my excuse
I'm slipping grip I'm
up to my tricks off my wagon
I have no defense I'm
wreaking havoc
wreaking havoc and consequence
I have no defense I'm
wreaking havoc
wreaking havoc and consequence
HATA BİLDİR
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