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My Maneuvers
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Senior Year College The way her tongue licks the air
Makes me feel profane
Massaging the atmosphere with vibrations
Violations that hit my ear
Makes my mind cease and wait
A toll booth
When I'm thinking too fast
Forever leaves me searching
For the correct combination of change
I can't change, I have to get it
Drive, over
Drive
Into the ground
Out of the sight of society
Until my manuscript is the only strip
Man will see
When did it all stop being about her
And start being about me
