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If there is such a thing as fate then I think mine is running late I've been wasting all my days wandering through a misty haze waiting for my life to start instead of being down in heart about the dead end job I've got and the things I want but I have not got money for my hearts desires or the sparks of excitement to fuel the fires of dreams that are kept inside my head fading, wasting, nearly dead if fate would hurry up you see I'd have the life that waits for me.
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Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
Fate
If there is such a thing as fate then I think mine is running late I've been wasting all my days wandering through a misty haze waiting for my life to start instead of being down in heart about the dead end job I've got and the things I want but I have not got money for my hearts desires or the sparks of excitement to fuel the fires of dreams that are kept inside my head fading, wasting, nearly dead if fate would hurry up you see I'd have the life that waits for me.
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Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
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