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All it takes is you believing we could make this work,     but leaving          just to lurk     prompting grieving          just to perk                 me up ascending on some chariot you broke                             defending all the arson in the mirrors with the smoke I cough, and choke til I awoke        the words still stuck inside my throat        you swore you wrote this swollen note Tell me then, pleading, revoke to which you reply, I misspoke. All it takes is you believing faintly, even so I'll pound pavement retrieving anything we need to go. All it takes is you believing and I'll vicious fight our cause til I'm buried or I'm ashes consuming body by my mind which precedence for you defined to hush protests below mustaches bristled veil the daily grind and anyone leaves us behind sees our reflections brightly shined and they all crashes and they all crashes all it takes is you believing.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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All it takes is you believing we could make this work,     but leaving          just to lurk     prompting grieving          just to perk                 me up ascending on some chariot you broke                             defending all the arson in the mirrors with the smoke I cough, and choke til I awoke        the words still stuck inside my throat        you swore you wrote this swollen note Tell me then, pleading, revoke to which you reply, I misspoke. All it takes is you believing faintly, even so I'll pound pavement retrieving anything we need to go. All it takes is you believing and I'll vicious fight our cause til I'm buried or I'm ashes consuming body by my mind which precedence for you defined to hush protests below mustaches bristled veil the daily grind and anyone leaves us behind sees our reflections brightly shined and they all crashes and they all crashes all it takes is you believing.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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