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We're born into this world with the gauntlet to travel down.
Never knowing the nature of it's design.
Twilight zone remedies so profound.
You have your's and I have mine.
Sometimes the rain doesn't matter at all.
We never know, like a boxer, when to take a fall.
We just keep on traveling taking the hits.
Don't bother counting the scars that your trying to forget.
We are just a high wire act without a net.
I'll walk, I won't run, down this gauntlet given me.
If I should fall, woman, would you save a kiss for me?
What we leave behind is just life's legacy.
But you won't know if I've come or gone.
Down this gauntlet, I'll keep pushing on.
We travel with no warning signs ahead.
Or do we just disregard them?
We just travel on wondering when this gauntlet will end.
Maybe it does not end at all.
Where did it all begin?
Wind carry me on.
Carry me on.
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