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Mar 2014
Riddle me this
Are they laughing at me
Because I'm prone to fear and doubt
I'm trying to clean up the mess I made
You see I got a conscience like gasoline
I fuel the fire with everything they said it's stuck in my mind
If you got the keys then start the car and drive as far as you can
If you got the blood then you got the heart to give yourself a chance
Live to your fullest and own your name
Misunderstood, we are all misunderstood
Make peace with your pain
And never lose your flames
Seems like you've all been scarred
Look at it as some kind of beautiful art
Issues
Vinnie Brown
Written by
Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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