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Sep 2015
She was such a kind and gentle soul
Until lies got in the way and fakeness grew old
Now she sits and ponders a meaning for everything
Waiting for everyone's ill intent
Waiting for the sound of people coming in and walking out simultaneously
Oh, the joys of being kind
Dream out Loud
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Dream out Loud  nowhere, lost
(nowhere, lost)   
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