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Composure Lyrics

The long walk home on the railroad tracks serves as a forum for your everyday discontent.
Stop picking soil out of secondhand cotton.
Listen for more than new disasters.
What if it's no disaster?
When does focused mean?
Straying from inaction in a garden overseen.
Before we missed the earthquake, fate could be drawn with lines.
Trust, not to mention details, helps as much as it hurts.
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