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Don't
I sit glass eyed
Blacked out the word
You have the spot light
And move with the grace of angels
We must be strangers
Im insane with the feeling
What i saw as the start
all fell apart
It may be far streched
Forgot all the rest
You control each breath
I must be walking with death
Blacked out the word
You have the spot light
And move with the grace of angels
We must be strangers
Im insane with the feeling
What i saw as the start
all fell apart
It may be far streched
Forgot all the rest
You control each breath
I must be walking with death
Published 18th Oct 2012
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18th Oct 2012 3:37am
18th Oct 2012 3:46am
Stars danceing in the night sky makes me think of something totally diffrent^.^<3
