.""Still these young hammers beat from beneath our ribs The rhythms of the kids we thought we'd ceased to be yet never did. I've all the empty books a man could need To fill with the borrowed words of a grieving teen... 'But think a little louder cos I can't hear what your mind wants to say' Hands lo.
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