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Tarmac

The air is cool enough Sitting still on the tarmac Waiting for the sun to warm Or a gate to become ours
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On Fighting Against Fear

Hope is foolish without action A whisper in a loud crowd Unable to move anything
converting caffeine into words

The air is cool enough Sitting still on the tarmac Waiting for the sun to warm Or a gate to become ours

Hope is foolish without action A whisper in a loud crowd Unable to move anything