Mother tell your children
Not to follow my example
I
I'm not curious anymore
Now I am for sure
I
What are you afraid of
When do you want to
Many boots are trambling down
The harvest of this year
Stop your bullshit
I will never be your friend
Stop
Why don't you follow me
Up on this hill
See
I need control of time,
My head's exploding now
I've
I still remember you
And what you wanted too
So
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