Market Spectre

My past is now a blur
It seems so far away
Just like another life 
Surreal doth flies the days

If it weren't for the film
I'd swear it wasn't me
The crimes committed in youth
For all the world to see

I'll take it as it lies
The ball is in the grass
Like golfing with my Father
Those days are long gone passed

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