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quarta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2011 { 21:28 }



Non fiction, don't believe me (that chances I have to take), betrayal. At it's best is always second guessed (try I am healing) the pressure. So give me a reason now. It's been so long, and I’ve waited (I’ve been waiting for so long). Don't fight, it's hard to breathe when you're buried alive. You take this place for granted and you realize it's never enough; I’ve waited for so long (so long). This will never end. The reflection of false hope (we kept the secrets in the dark). And the values of our brothers inside (the shadows I can see can see me perfectly). Their ratio is ten to o (…) Oh, we’re on top of the world, let’s go (…) Your death is written on paper. My heart is fueled by hatred. Dragging dead bodies up really steep hills.
Ana

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