You're throwing hands with ghosts
Words die that moment they arrive
Like tides of an East Ocean coast
Waving goodbye 2 Time still alive
And punching smoke, a Rocky boast
While West Mountain fires survive
232 – Punching Smoke
You're throwing hands with ghosts
Words die that moment they arrive
Like tides of an East Ocean coast
Waving goodbye 2 Time still alive
And punching smoke, a Rocky boast
While West Mountain fires survive
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