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Blues

the souls a wreck shes coming or going and its all uphill from here but wether it down or up its still a catastophe and if shes steady going, then where could she possibly be the bright shines in the late night sky and its another minute where she forces herself to say goodbye a tear falling down on to her smile and she realized that its all her fault but she knows all this was not meant to be where is it that your feet walk when the sun leans beside your shoulder when the earth eats you alive and in reality in the back of your head all you want to do is die but your to scared to admitt it to your frail body because in that instant you will break but then you wonder how much of it can i really take when you wake up everyday singing this is the song of life
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midnight-prague
Greek
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Nov 2, 2010
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