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We stare at the sun, until it blinds us.
No room for responsibility, We're
Too busy buying lies.
And this claustrophobia will
Choke us, everytime we Try.
I've developed a fear for Everythinga fear for openness.
I slowly Start to hope.
Ill leave you with just a word, a word that literarly explains everything
No room for responsibility, We're
Too busy buying lies.
And this claustrophobia will
Choke us, everytime we Try.
I've developed a fear for Everythinga fear for openness.
I slowly Start to hope.
Ill leave you with just a word, a word that literarly explains everything
Annons