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It seems lifes a fickle thing, one that shifts and craves for nothing, but to tear me apart piece by piece, Can't you, Can't you hear them howling? Sometimes when you fall you take the risk that it won't be a mistake even if your lives at stake. Can't You hear them howling? Life's a, Life's a fickle thing.. Sometimes wishes give us hope, but sometimes wishes are but a joke until they wrap you until you choke, Howling, Howling, Life's a fickle thing. Can you catch it, catch it? As it flickers from your grasp? Is it fate that blows the wind, or is it my own control? Do you know? Fickle, Fickle thing, Howling.. The light's to bright, the good has to many lies, the shadows the only place to hide, come, come inside.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
Fickle Thing
It seems lifes a fickle thing, one that shifts and craves for nothing, but to tear me apart piece by piece, Can't you, Can't you hear them howling? Sometimes when you fall you take the risk that it won't be a mistake even if your lives at stake. Can't You hear them howling? Life's a, Life's a fickle thing.. Sometimes wishes give us hope, but sometimes wishes are but a joke until they wrap you until you choke, Howling, Howling, Life's a fickle thing. Can you catch it, catch it? As it flickers from your grasp? Is it fate that blows the wind, or is it my own control? Do you know? Fickle, Fickle thing, Howling.. The light's to bright, the good has to many lies, the shadows the only place to hide, come, come inside.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
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