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Cool the temperature because you're causing immense friction That I cant follow because of the wild wind whistling From your speed up and down mood swinging no decision on the thought at hand where's your plan stan are you listening? Im sick and tired of people talking big but walking in the shadows Shut it up unless you step it up and stop acting so small and shallow In your ignorance nothing is fixed and you remain shameful and hollow We have to open more doors to afford a better connection to the main core so follow Dont speak until you're spoken to or if you know what you're sayin is worth the weight of looking like a fool If it's for being cool then you can sit back on the stool because this game doesnt exist that you long and drool for I'm trying to soar but I feel torn because my heart is worn on the sleeve for everybody and its slowly rotting like the earth that we've all forgotten while we're beating and robbing from ourselves and the soul of the world taking innocence from the boys and the girls and making them dealing with the broken promises of granted wishes as long as they give all of their remniscing to the past and continue to fall just like their parent's and hit the wall shotgun call but then they're missing the lessons that taught them along the journey that teaches us how to be strong im pleasing the universe while righting the wrong.
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
Soul searching
Cool the temperature because you're causing immense friction That I cant follow because of the wild wind whistling From your speed up and down mood swinging no decision on the thought at hand where's your plan stan are you listening? Im sick and tired of people talking big but walking in the shadows Shut it up unless you step it up and stop acting so small and shallow In your ignorance nothing is fixed and you remain shameful and hollow We have to open more doors to afford a better connection to the main core so follow Dont speak until you're spoken to or if you know what you're sayin is worth the weight of looking like a fool If it's for being cool then you can sit back on the stool because this game doesnt exist that you long and drool for I'm trying to soar but I feel torn because my heart is worn on the sleeve for everybody and its slowly rotting like the earth that we've all forgotten while we're beating and robbing from ourselves and the soul of the world taking innocence from the boys and the girls and making them dealing with the broken promises of granted wishes as long as they give all of their remniscing to the past and continue to fall just like their parent's and hit the wall shotgun call but then they're missing the lessons that taught them along the journey that teaches us how to be strong im pleasing the universe while righting the wrong.
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shane-bruter-engisch
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
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