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Tell me one more time. One more time we could get off this, high rise And you could lie, To me, once more. Just a bunch of kids falling off, This mountain side. Did the tide brings us in? I take pride in my ability, To manage chaos with reality. We can never forget chaos, If we expect, to ever Secure an independent reality. To die, to resurrect Once more, tonight? Let's get off this high rise. And lie, Lie to me, Once more.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
High Rise
Tell me one more time. One more time we could get off this, high rise And you could lie, To me, once more. Just a bunch of kids falling off, This mountain side. Did the tide brings us in? I take pride in my ability, To manage chaos with reality. We can never forget chaos, If we expect, to ever Secure an independent reality. To die, to resurrect Once more, tonight? Let's get off this high rise. And lie, Lie to me, Once more.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
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