The pressure mounts,
Everything builds up,
A thousand sheets,
And you've just begun.
The clock takes down,
minute by minute,
your hand shivers,
Your far from done.
The night has come,
To your side,
The heavy load,
slowly unstacks.
Everything dismantles,
The sun has come again,
And to your side,
A memory of a thousand sheets,
Which swiftly, flew by.
The memory of a thousand sheets,
has died.
matadorqk
Everything builds up,
A thousand sheets,
And you've just begun.
The clock takes down,
minute by minute,
your hand shivers,
Your far from done.
The night has come,
To your side,
The heavy load,
slowly unstacks.
Everything dismantles,
The sun has come again,
And to your side,
A memory of a thousand sheets,
Which swiftly, flew by.
The memory of a thousand sheets,
has died.
matadorqk
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