Tripped, Freed Stuck staring at old faces Facing demons and small traces of a path I used to know so well A path I used to walk down But one day that path became my past And looking back, a sin Lord knows it's been some time since I've so much as felt a butterfly Looking at you You're like dancing to a song I once knew Ensnared in the bass of the drum Tangled up in the strong man's hum, But the notes don't fall quite right I used to pound the pavement to your beat, Nothing more than a young and foolish stomping of the feet I couldn't keep up Your rhythm was too much Until it wasn't enough
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