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Sep 2014
They will never be royal
And we won't ever be normal.

Cause they look for a title,
And we break all our idols.

Oh the pain of there succes,
Oh the healing of our downs.

Love is a battlefield for them,
Love is our gravity that keeps our feet on the ground.

Keep thy rod and they loose there place,
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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