February
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Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind?
Why do they run?
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep..
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something
Wonder what's on their mind?
Why do they run?
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep..
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something
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