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Tilts, stumbles, crashes down Empty promise, no heart found Anger welling, seeping out Softly trickling stream of doubt Quickly down the steps it winds Into the attics of our minds Parking ideas, camping out Filling spaces, end of route Don’t forget to pay the toll Pay it fast, pay in whole.
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
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Tilts, stumbles, crashes down Empty promise, no heart found Anger welling, seeping out Softly trickling stream of doubt Quickly down the steps it winds Into the attics of our minds Parking ideas, camping out Filling spaces, end of route Don’t forget to pay the toll Pay it fast, pay in whole.
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
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