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| MAYBE MEMORIES as we trudge along through the mud and we tried to call it home but we weren't alright, not at all not for one second never have been one to write it down now i think i can i know i'm stronger now who's looking south not me i'm looking back i'm done denying the truth to anyone cause i'm alive you showed me how you seemed to find a hole but i just laughed and smiled begged and rolled my eyes even cried and denied the truth to you just like the truth to me mostly lied i'm not going to look back while it out like glittering wax butterflies |