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Stay at bay from the pity Square one, a beginning of a committee Wrestle mainstream commercials for money is the root of all evil Love will always remain the exhaust from the last Therefor always accounted for But always mistaken for The crap they tenderized to feed you Ground fault Picture the mind at a draw Decompressed Decomposed Battered heart Limited breaths, sheltered soul A heart that fears to grow old Not yet captured My bliss, I have a yellow brick wall detained I pace myself slowly for these crevasses in the road I remain on track William K. Butler