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you might just let it go, often times we're lazy, it seems to stand in my way, but no one no yeah no one likes to be let down. youve got no right, stirling silver against the mouth on a mountian of dreams cut from the pure smoke of what ive left behind in the daze of yesterday, wishing it would have played differently fcking why who knows, of
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