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I'm tearing up, your face
dust through the light
To fide your name
It's fane
is not a place
Not yet awake, I'm raised of make
Still alive whi you, love
Still alive whi you, love
Still alive who you, love
In a mother out a moth
Furling forests, for the soft
lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, it is, is wire it up!
You're breaking your ground
dust through the light
To fide your name
It's fane
is not a place
Not yet awake, I'm raised of make
Still alive whi you, love
Still alive whi you, love
Still alive who you, love
In a mother out a moth
Furling forests, for the soft
lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, it is, is wire it up!
You're breaking your ground
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