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When left alone we’re afraid but I guess that’s just how we were made. Do you remember where you were when everything begins to burn. at the fall of our December? I’m like a Christmas breeze running to the American dream all the people sleeping What are you seeing? No one left to learn the lies that follows up a moment’s death causes you lose after all your tries. underwater without a chance.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Fall In December
When left alone we’re afraid but I guess that’s just how we were made. Do you remember where you were when everything begins to burn. at the fall of our December? I’m like a Christmas breeze running to the American dream all the people sleeping What are you seeing? No one left to learn the lies that follows up a moment’s death causes you lose after all your tries. underwater without a chance.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
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