Days of the new

Fighting w/ clay

Days of the new
ve kept my difference
I look at you another way
Nobody knows you
Nobody even knows your name

But you keep on fighting
Fighting with my clay
I've kept my difference
I look at you another way

You're receiving up your ass
Everything is wrong again
No sense to me, destruction's found its way in
Fighting with my clay

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