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Spread your wings feel you up by the swings keep your shirt snowfall dirt By the bench keep the ***** heal your heart it's all in French Most are days Sunny yays moistened lips Myster slips he's got blood on his shirt most of all a bit of dirt quite a fall down the drain sunny days no more pain pitch that tent keep your heart quite intent to imagine heaven sent him for a break in make or break it It's my time I think I'll make it Most of all try your best It's all you're worth Just this pile It's how I satisfy Just don't tell me I can't fly In 2 years With a smile
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
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Spread your wings feel you up by the swings keep your shirt snowfall dirt By the bench keep the ***** heal your heart it's all in French Most are days Sunny yays moistened lips Myster slips he's got blood on his shirt most of all a bit of dirt quite a fall down the drain sunny days no more pain pitch that tent keep your heart quite intent to imagine heaven sent him for a break in make or break it It's my time I think I'll make it Most of all try your best It's all you're worth Just this pile It's how I satisfy Just don't tell me I can't fly In 2 years With a smile
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
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