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By Arcassin Burnham Peace less, Heart in pieces, What's the thesis ? Fill in the creases, Follow directions, What's the lesson? Too many lessons, They don't teach, Fake smiles, Theres no reason, Leave them speechless, Flow through some trees, No one gets a prize, No being nice, But I suffice, No troubling me. all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, happy I survived all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, new beginnings have arrived... Follow ya' lil' heart and everything will alright, I know that sounds corny but its in this thing called life, No you ain't , gone settle for less like the others, Too good to be undercover, There are new things to discover, Don't follow the others... all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, happy I survived all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, new beginnings have arrived.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Many Roads
By Arcassin Burnham Peace less, Heart in pieces, What's the thesis ? Fill in the creases, Follow directions, What's the lesson? Too many lessons, They don't teach, Fake smiles, Theres no reason, Leave them speechless, Flow through some trees, No one gets a prize, No being nice, But I suffice, No troubling me. all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, happy I survived all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, new beginnings have arrived... Follow ya' lil' heart and everything will alright, I know that sounds corny but its in this thing called life, No you ain't , gone settle for less like the others, Too good to be undercover, There are new things to discover, Don't follow the others... all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, happy I survived all by lone. I see life on the other side. was a prisoner in my home, but it wasn't my home, new beginnings have arrived.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
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