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Jul 2010
Oh whats this burning behind my eyes
Between these dreams and memories
The only thing that i believe in
isn't the memories
its these dreams
if they were real
it wouldn't have turned out this way
but my eyes are to the future.
that always turns into
this faded present day
it never turns out
your chem trail find
has left you behind
Written by
Ken Sheetz
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