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Dec 2013
I won't question because I'd rather just feel the resurrection,
The one of myself,
Where I realize that this whole time I've been riding high,
That the ground underneath me wasn't as frail as I thought,
Maybe the world wasn't born to rot.
So stand up, Stand up,
And scream with no sound,
Lift up the masses with just a look,
Take me by the hand and I'll take you here,
We can laugh and love with no fear,
I'll show you the direction if you want to get lost,
Buy into my madness and take a ticket,
Nothing but a little lovin' is all it cost.
M Sargent
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