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Mar 2012
you're talking about walking over broken glass:fast
your past it lasts - no matter if you want it to or not
if you don't or if you got it under control
you feel like you hold it all in one hand
like you're an man and no one can
change a thing
that you wish
but your'e wrong
as it all turns to dust
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
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