Topic: one of my toss out songs | |
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The Cause
you pushed and pulled to make the stars alighn but they always stray to where they were to break the mold defey the grand desighn may be the way that it prefered im seeing faces beg for nothing to return pushing current as they burn you will your way through pure denial in the truth that you have changed you twist the words for looking down and return us to the same im seeing faces beg for nothing to return pushing current as they burn... |
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