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It won't ever become clear the wind is blowing, we don't know why, or where we are all winners, all moving on to the next freeway the new uplifted moment taken over by fear we hide then we expose ourselves like the god forsaken sun everything is good, as long as we are getting thinner when do you think, we will forget all the beer living for life, and not living for the treacherous fear. e.s.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
It is like water
It won't ever become clear the wind is blowing, we don't know why, or where we are all winners, all moving on to the next freeway the new uplifted moment taken over by fear we hide then we expose ourselves like the god forsaken sun everything is good, as long as we are getting thinner when do you think, we will forget all the beer living for life, and not living for the treacherous fear. e.s.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
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