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Nonpoint - Development
Now there's a crack on the inside
and I start to play
my fingers stuck, over stood my stay
my world is bent from this development
Moving faster, than a storm's rain after the plaster split
where my fingers fit
sure disaster and growing faster then my skin can take
at least that's what "they" say
(chorus)
Crowded cluster
do you trust her to hold the weight, or take the change?
abandoned labor
do yourself a favor and do for you, not what you're used to?
(chorus)
No more space to breathe
I can't stay here, too many bad choices
no more sanity, if I stay here, too many voices
(chorus)
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