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My arms are red a gash for each person i hurt. |
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Anyone out there...? |
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*What does it matter |
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Life is like writing with pen, you can cross out your past but you can never erase it |
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I never changed, i just got tired pretending to be happy... |
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Can You Remind Me Of A Time |
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I'll sing you a song |
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"what does the hero do when its himself he needs to save the world from?" |
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I'm blasting my music, |
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Sometimes all you can do is smile and go on with your day. Hold back your tears and pretend you're okay. |