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I search for a brighter morrow... In the horizon... Tangible, but just out of reach... I storm the beach... Gunned down just before breach... Scarred and tired from war... Juked and torn... I hold this cross... Trying to keep the faith... But my faith is in scorn It doesn't matter how much I care... When your decisions appear out of thin air.
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
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I search for a brighter morrow... In the horizon... Tangible, but just out of reach... I storm the beach... Gunned down just before breach... Scarred and tired from war... Juked and torn... I hold this cross... Trying to keep the faith... But my faith is in scorn It doesn't matter how much I care... When your decisions appear out of thin air.
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
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