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system error We are born into ******* my friends until you wake up it will be to the very ends Imprinted pictures or words the mind bends I want true freedom in body and in spirit to cleanse To be part of another star system across many whens Like so many others I feel a certain resemblance to history trends Burnt out old bridges never will mend Waiting for a train then waiting to get off again
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
System error
system error We are born into ******* my friends until you wake up it will be to the very ends Imprinted pictures or words the mind bends I want true freedom in body and in spirit to cleanse To be part of another star system across many whens Like so many others I feel a certain resemblance to history trends Burnt out old bridges never will mend Waiting for a train then waiting to get off again
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
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