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SIGHT

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ShihSnTz

Published: Jan 9, 2017

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SIGHT
Forward
Prescient

We can’t see for sure
The snares that lay ahead
We just trust that we’re stronger

“The future doesn’t scare me at all”

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Today's lyric was "The future doesn't scare me at all" from "Simple and Clean" by Hikaru Utada.

As always comments and critiques are welcome.

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