onsdag 19 september 2007 bild 1/1
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Honestly, what will become of me? I don't like reality It's way too clear to me But really life is daily We are what we don't see We miss everything, daydreaming. Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Traveling I always stop at exits Wondering if I'll stay Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dream dies The pain sets it and I don't cry I only feel gravity and I wonder why
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