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Vagabond

from Sorry For Your Loss by Born Low

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Torn from the womb. Thrust into life. 
Cheating the game, chasing the flames.
Hiding from true inner sight. 

In the streets, dosed, left, to the night.
You are their dog, dog in the fight. 
They feed, your need, fit into the mold. 

Losing your place, passing through (living in) shrinking space. 

Flashback to conversations you had with yourself.
Thinking maybe you should fold on the hand your dealt.
What's the fallout? What will they say?
From your demons, can't walk away. 

You gotta a price to pay. 
(Maybe another day)
 
Choice to fold.  
(World too damn cold)

Dig, deep, down.
Straight through your soul. 
Fear instilled, empty shell.  
Take a taste, biting cold. 
 
Breathe life into a barren mind.
You're just a mortal man running short on time.
 
You’re just a mortal man.

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from Sorry For Your Loss, released April 20, 2018
Recorded & Mixed by Jason Bourdeau at drift-productions
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side

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