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Sep 2015
You listened to me instead of your heart
the decisions inside tearing you apart
chasing me, instead of following your dreams
what was meant to be, isnt what it seems
running after me, by any means
selling my soul, buying into these schemes
bright lights, fancy car
blinding you from what you are
picking low hanging fruit,
instead of aiming for the stars
made my skys your limits
now you'll never see mars
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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