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In that summer, we met the Source
Back during those months,
life was on full drive and
I felt most alive. With the
man, that man who told
me his story. He told me
how he died, and came
back to life, revived, with
barrels full of drive. I cried,
and I didn't even lie. The
Source, full of pride, see
him I try, but I need not
as he changed my life.
Back during those months,
life was on full drive and
I felt most alive. With the
man, that man who told
me his story. He told me
how he died, and came
back to life, revived, with
barrels full of drive. I cried,
and I didn't even lie. The
Source, full of pride, see
him I try, but I need not
as he changed my life.
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