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Half Masked

You wake up with a different name
And it’s a god damn Tuesday
Time to play the stranger,
Figure out your walk on the street corner
And catch your stride by the next block
Too young for the real world to kick in today
But getting time-tossed
At what age does the word adult come into play?
Right now you’re, fuck it I’m, trying to dress the part,
Blend in with the whole twisted orchestra
Masking missed notes in the melody of it all
I’m starting to understand that most of the pilots are blind
It’s the misplaced confidence that gets us through
So damn right, I’m going to stick the landing,
Touch wheels down without a hitch
Find that certainty about the future
How hard could it be?

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