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No Regrets/No Sweat

Surfing the Waves Life Sprayed Out the Hose


The chase is on,

it’s an uneven race.

The chase is on,

I can feel it in my face.

The chase is on,

the blood between my toes,

The chase is on,

the race in myself, I chose.

The chase is on,

Gravel rubbing the glass in my heel.

The chase is on,

glasses, tie and class are my shield.

The chase is on,

mud blotting the white in my shirt.

The chase is on,

the nostalgia in my coat is now dirt.

The chase is on,

leaped into the wind as a bound.

The chase is on,

leaped and tackled him to the ground.

The chase is on,

ties between lies confronted in a race.

The chase is gone,

I can now preach to myself face to face.

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