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Wide open lenses stare at this screen in front of my gaze it's no haze that holds me inthis place anymore I feel tired but there's something else I want it all But I know there's something else |
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It's probably nothing or is that what I'd like to think It's probably some female shit of the brain I'm used to that could be stress, they say stress killed something maybe it was the girl maybe we will wait a few weeks and see see who will win this world. |
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I don't know what to talk about I dont know how to win I dont know where i'll be tomorow or if i'll let myself in the game has started don't know the ending yet Maybe someday I'll get my feet wet |
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I coud be missing my faith but I'm not that dependant it could be me but who am I I used to know the answer to these questions now it's pop quiz on my soul and I cant be held responsible for my actions and I cant seem to find the right answers this time. |
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I know I want em But I cant find em I know I need em but for now I'll just wait shit it can't be that time. |
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