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Beau James Wilding
Beau James Wilding
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Beau James Wilding
Beau James Wilding
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Beau James Wilding
Beau James Wilding
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Lyrics

I'm just the worst kind of ass who won't atone for his crimes
I know not what I do, I pay my actions no mind
I never bother to ask, I just up and cross the line
I should be taken to task but I'm not worth it to find
I am an illusion, my self a collusion
Of past and future bones, colliding just to distract
Freedom from occlusion Begins with refusin'
To think there ever was or could be a lack
I mopped the floor with regret, I refuse to apologize
Spent all my money on beer, spent all my beer on time
There's not a reason to live, quit playin' tricks with your mind
I'm just a fool like you, riding this bus to the end of the line
I am an illusion, my self a collusion
Of past and future bones, colliding just to distract
Freedom from occlusion Begins with the refusin'
To think there ever was or could be a lack
I resist all manner of truth in exchange for moments of delight
I tried to hold on to love, but I held on too tight
Flailing I missed the point, begging the arms of night
Not yet absolved, in Debt, naked in confession's light
I am an illusion, my self a collusion
Of past and future bones, colliding just to distract
Freedom from occlusion Begins with refusin'
To think there ever was or could be a lack
Written by: Beau James Wilding
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