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Carlos Ortiz

Carlos Ortiz

In the Thick of It

Between the beginning and end
 
I lay in the thin of things
 
Between whispers and rumors
 
I lay in the thin of things
 
Between honesty and fallacy
 
I lay in the thin of things
 
Somewhere in the middle, on neutral ground
 
Slipping into obscurity, a fading memory
 
I lay in the thin of things
 
Under the radar, undetected
 
Between the thick and thin
 
That’s where I am
 
I don’t belong here
 
Get me back to the thick of things
 
“Aint no one that can break my stride
Aint no one that can hold me down
I got to keep on moving”
 
Above the thick of it

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Cory Garcia

Cory Garcia

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Very cool!

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