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Sep 2015
I find myself repeating the same things ....
Over and over and over again
Whether they may be good or bad, healthy or unhealthy
I repeat
But we are all creature of habit
We dwell in familiarity

What happened to us?? We used to be creatures of invention and inspiration.
Couldn't sit still because of the billions of ideas that were floating around in our head..

But now we wait for someone else to drum up those ideas..
Instead of singing in harmonies to our own
We are now just full of ideas but no motivation to drive and part of a generation
Dream out Loud
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Dream out Loud  nowhere, lost
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