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My Eyes Got Tired Of Crying... |
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Knifes.. |
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If The World Is My Canvas And The Poetry Is The Paint, I Spread My Brush Along The Board And |
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Even When The Candle Is Extinguished And You Cannot Relight The Flame, Remember The Wax Always Cools So You Can Start Again ( ' ' ; ) |
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Do you understand |
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Give me something to sing about because I've got to face the music... |
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Being A Star Involves An Equal Amount of Hating Yourself And Falling in Love With The Idea Of Yourself |