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Put the weight of the world; that is chained to your ankle; where it now belongs. It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. The carousel keeps spinning; not the fairest kind; Though, does it need to be? It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform? The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song. Freedom and a crown; duties and vows; a fate messy and blind. It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. A single little home; found by chance; where you can sing tunes of your own. It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform? The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song. The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform? The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song. It was never about if you are strong; it was never about if you are wrong. Choose your own lines; choose your own dress; choose your own way to act in this mess. The theatre of life continues its performance—and you are the acting star.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
The theatre of life.
Put the weight of the world; that is chained to your ankle; where it now belongs. It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. The carousel keeps spinning; not the fairest kind; Though, does it need to be? It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform? The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song. Freedom and a crown; duties and vows; a fate messy and blind. It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. A single little home; found by chance; where you can sing tunes of your own. It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along. The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform? The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song. The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform? The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song. It was never about if you are strong; it was never about if you are wrong. Choose your own lines; choose your own dress; choose your own way to act in this mess. The theatre of life continues its performance—and you are the acting star.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
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