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begging for a senseful win we offer everything and wait but much too late and we've been expecting our getting worse no rehearse, that is the curse of our too well hidden fate sleeping to forget the dream we won't remember anything but pull the sting - well, it seems there's still the better way to choose no excuse, we all did lose the time that only hope can bring once we found we were stranded here stumbling through a spooky sphere strangely changing, growing weird leaving even all the best ideas behind hoping that there is some hope that could stand against our fears and all the years down the slope that we implored so soon to rise but it denies and frightened eyes cannot guess what seemed so clear turning away - the world won't stop and history is a part of us but present fuss will blow up the concepts of our fathers' minds no rewind, we cannot find 'cause there's no sense in our must seems every reason's caused by dust but even now these dreams don't rust 'cause meaning is the wildest lust since we woke up by looking just behind
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
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begging for a senseful win we offer everything and wait but much too late and we've been expecting our getting worse no rehearse, that is the curse of our too well hidden fate sleeping to forget the dream we won't remember anything but pull the sting - well, it seems there's still the better way to choose no excuse, we all did lose the time that only hope can bring once we found we were stranded here stumbling through a spooky sphere strangely changing, growing weird leaving even all the best ideas behind hoping that there is some hope that could stand against our fears and all the years down the slope that we implored so soon to rise but it denies and frightened eyes cannot guess what seemed so clear turning away - the world won't stop and history is a part of us but present fuss will blow up the concepts of our fathers' minds no rewind, we cannot find 'cause there's no sense in our must seems every reason's caused by dust but even now these dreams don't rust 'cause meaning is the wildest lust since we woke up by looking just behind
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
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