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I am soul, I am change, I am

You can't seem to find your garden
When days are dull you feel sullen

You don't seem to grasp this buzzing in your ear
These days all end in the gutter

You're hauling

In glaring neon lights you go out
And you stumble down the sidewalk
With a broken smile

I am soul, I am force
And I am all fragile components

You don't cut like me
You're hauling