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We are all under the same moon, We will all leave this life soon. Wether rich or poor, Fun or a bore. We all have issues, Some are just better at hiding behind a tissue. We all have goals, We're all just playing different rolls. We all have dreams, but they never come true, so it seems. We all want to make the best of it, And in it we all want to fit. We all have rules, We are taken down by inner bulls. As long as we live under the same moon, we are all the same. B.m.P
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
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We are all under the same moon, We will all leave this life soon. Wether rich or poor, Fun or a bore. We all have issues, Some are just better at hiding behind a tissue. We all have goals, We're all just playing different rolls. We all have dreams, but they never come true, so it seems. We all want to make the best of it, And in it we all want to fit. We all have rules, We are taken down by inner bulls. As long as we live under the same moon, we are all the same. B.m.P
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
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