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you hide them, shelter usfrom, like it's a bad thingwhen nature takes overwhy tryto restrain them from realitywhen it's not that bad.And the way you m..
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the though that you could love me moreobsessive, neurotic - please, it's not my faultI never had what you and theywere brought up along, now yesterday..
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While thinking he would and he did, as it camemultiple harsh little thoughts weredisplayed in my mind, taking all but time to plan outthese sweet thin..
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To be proud, if that is at all the word, of you,to feel as if for once, in an unthinkable amount of timeyou have listened; you have managed to underst..
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you hit me when one of thosetimes struckand what did you expect, orwhat did I expect, you to realisefor never have I let you know;the deception lies n..
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Where it's hard to imagine, what he went through -small fickle writings, though they meant everything.and as we try to revive the voices of those we'v..
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Withtop hat, and allyou see,the master of deceptionstriding through everlasting lovewhere lust does meet your eyes,while she collectspieces, small shr..
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when he said to bring you, I never thought he'd be right..the reason, the cause. so only tonight, have I realisedthe conflict of the bleak heartless f..
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without end, she stays she won't, say let you gosome sort of radiance to her light, darksuccumbwhere yielding for truth and life, died hope so long ag..
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