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hit land to find a ring upon your hand...

I think the problem lies within the reason why we fight...

How many times must a man come to grips...

No one spoke for all could see...

Won’t paint to kill the dead saints but I want to make it clear...

I cast in stones to make the waves begin...

Is there some place we didn't go?

At the end of the day if the truth be told...

Are dreams to blame for broken hearts...

If only to touch for a moment as day turns to night...