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How silver became golden
Do you ever feel that the world is straight and boring / That there's nothing even remotely interesting to do / And don't tell me to explore something new
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Jan 24, 2019
Sweet deals are made on streets
She came to my dreams with a marriage proposal / We haven't seen eachother for a decade / Showed me videos from the past
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Sep 7, 2018
Torn apart
Whenever i think back to those days i could hold your hand / That warm and gentle grip which pulled me away / You set my mind at peace, i've never felt as ease
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Aug 25, 2018
Enter title
Enter memo / Enter memories / Enter lies and fabricated stories
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Aug 25, 2018
Honestly, we're all mass murderers
I'm allergic to bumblebees / They are yellow and make me sneeze / Hello, my little bumblebee
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Aug 24, 2018
Every villain has a story but in mine, god just made me
People who've met me end up needing therapy / A toxic human being, leaving trails of poison on the way / On my knees again, i pray to god to take this pain of constant blame
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Aug 24, 2018
Heathen soldiers need a toast
I swear to god that god isn't real / I never told my dad how much i loved him / I pet my dog to find comfort in this reality
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Aug 21, 2018
Bread and butter don't go together
Who holds the bottle when she's troubled / Getting over her lost lover / It doesn't matter, she's not a keeper
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Aug 18, 2018
I made an hourglass out of sand
Thoughtless pry, the vicious mind beneath their shy figure / It tells a story about youth and curiosity, an unfortunate act within serious incident / It's a playground with castles made of gold, or so it appears under the mold that has taken appearance of something frightening for a bare eye to witness, that upon closer exposure will **** up your fortune inside those walls
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Aug 16, 2018
League of Problems
If i die today, don't remember me as a friend or someone you knew, remember me as someone who never got into platinum, who was cursed by the solo queue, his team never knew what to do. / Top lane feeding as if trying to fix the world hunger, middle crying for blue, behind the creep score by thirty two. / Guys, it's only been ten minutes, why's our jungler away from keyboard and this attack damage carry, you mean vladimir? Yeah, they know what's meta, that's why they're building into titanic hydra.
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Jul 25, 2018
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