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This whole line of life stinks because I had to tell a lie to keep the peace between my children. This city knows no sun. From the rain, there's nowhere to run. I love windows now more than ever. Hold me, walls, I can count that you're stable the mistakes I distribute on the daily straight from my pockets, I feel sure and safely better disconnected. The actions I bring in tether and tow absolutely have no bearing on whether you're standing tall. No. My children won't be all aboard this orchestra. Complete erasure is the one remaining measure to take. I won't deliver their fate. I won't deliver their fate.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
The Price of Life Eternal: "The Father's Lament"
This whole line of life stinks because I had to tell a lie to keep the peace between my children. This city knows no sun. From the rain, there's nowhere to run. I love windows now more than ever. Hold me, walls, I can count that you're stable the mistakes I distribute on the daily straight from my pockets, I feel sure and safely better disconnected. The actions I bring in tether and tow absolutely have no bearing on whether you're standing tall. No. My children won't be all aboard this orchestra. Complete erasure is the one remaining measure to take. I won't deliver their fate. I won't deliver their fate.
wren-djinn-rain
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
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