guess it could be
would just be my luck that
i don't get to know
the truth
walking past windows
the cure of instead is
it doesn't matter
to you
where you come from
they built the statue up
to things that tore them down
more curious could
despite all your blood
you’re
never
worse than proud
worse than proud
hasn't been a dark ride
there is no other side
for you to take me
to(o)
you make this one worthwhile
i am
just your third child
who loves things trivial
and true
before i go too far
i want to make sure your
habits
are hard to remove
it takes
so long for the heat
to reach your hands
that you always
know what to do
know what to do
and
the curse on my head is
one day
there is death
unfortunate
but
unfortunate
but
true
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