waiting for time and notice the fight for pleasure and the pitiful
voice of a old man
counting his last thougths. money. Why stand.
Why even bother it isn't you life

Clap you hands together one more time be happy that the bird will sing
and the sun still grows and getting the chill

to save engels stay
i follow you
no way

this, is straight from my, heart so confused, of my self, this place makes it hard
wrong discisions of the loneliness cause without my fate i am hopeless

i am a saint the first time, and i can not get this of my mind
i am a saint the second time, and i follow this rotating star

All my life I've been chasing home to find myself and this is what i get
i would never lie to you, i know you're there, please just listen

without you

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