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I can let go of everything; I can release all that I'm holding. This is the worst-case scenario- I don't think I am boding well. Sever all we've bound; Let's get lost in the beauty of sound. Let's make a plan to get clean, a plan to get sober. We wont give up without a fight- This isn't over and I wish I began all of this sooner. I can keep up with my mind. I can, at least most of the time. There definitely are ghosts in me- I only preach what I believe. As good as things began, blossoms only grow old in the end. Let's make a plan to get clean, a plan to get sober. You can't give up the ghost, you've got to fight- this isn't over. So, why must this begin over and over again?
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Flowers on Doomsday
I can let go of everything; I can release all that I'm holding. This is the worst-case scenario- I don't think I am boding well. Sever all we've bound; Let's get lost in the beauty of sound. Let's make a plan to get clean, a plan to get sober. We wont give up without a fight- This isn't over and I wish I began all of this sooner. I can keep up with my mind. I can, at least most of the time. There definitely are ghosts in me- I only preach what I believe. As good as things began, blossoms only grow old in the end. Let's make a plan to get clean, a plan to get sober. You can't give up the ghost, you've got to fight- this isn't over. So, why must this begin over and over again?
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nick-burns
American
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
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