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She leaves a stain on your brain that will drive you insane Your heart is left with nothing but confusion Was it all really just an elaborate illusion? Time will prove that this is a minor contusion Still I Helplessly fight the foregone conclusion The pain will not remain it's just a mild sprain Make sure you grab some crutches and try and keep yourself busy Forget how when within her clutches you feel overwhelmingly dizzy You need to mind less, why fret over things that you cannot control? Just unnecessary stress, why let, these stings, infect your mated soul? Finally broke the chain, as evaporated champagne, is fatefully freed with the rain With each passing second, with every breath of air With a force to be reckoned Life has never been fair So you can lie to yourself and say you don't really care Or you can lie with the truth instead of choosing dare But even if I become the world's very first trillionaire I'll smile every day thinking of the rare that we share
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
Mind...less
She leaves a stain on your brain that will drive you insane Your heart is left with nothing but confusion Was it all really just an elaborate illusion? Time will prove that this is a minor contusion Still I Helplessly fight the foregone conclusion The pain will not remain it's just a mild sprain Make sure you grab some crutches and try and keep yourself busy Forget how when within her clutches you feel overwhelmingly dizzy You need to mind less, why fret over things that you cannot control? Just unnecessary stress, why let, these stings, infect your mated soul? Finally broke the chain, as evaporated champagne, is fatefully freed with the rain With each passing second, with every breath of air With a force to be reckoned Life has never been fair So you can lie to yourself and say you don't really care Or you can lie with the truth instead of choosing dare But even if I become the world's very first trillionaire I'll smile every day thinking of the rare that we share
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
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