As she dusted the dust, from the book she discovered
She
I just want to love you
I'm sick of being sad
I
Losing your lover, is like losing black socks
They always end
Expand your mind
To see beyond
The crap they feed you
To keep
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popular
Pop-you-laaa
popular
Whats wrong with the devils music,
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If you're havin'
It's time to face your worst fear
As it stares you
Level headed on queue
That's all you ever seem to do
You've
I swear, I could not compare, to a soul like
Our brains induce destruction
Yet we feel incomplete
Our love is in
You wanna pick on pathetic values
Makes me sick, double standards
Its
Thoughts of just entwine my brain
Life can be, so tired
You old dogs wishing you were young
Tryng to re-register that
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