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'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
These are the words to justify
All against all.
Broken promises.
Like ashes through my fingers.
It eats away my senses and my soul.
I wither - prehaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust.
These are the words to justify
All against all.
Broken promises.
Like ashes through my fingers.
It eats away my senses and my soul.
I wither - prehaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust.
Annons


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