the day i die..
so tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back, and the storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference, escaping one last time it's easier to believe, in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.
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