September
October 2012
He'd say music was the home for your pain And explain, I was young, he would say "Take that rage, put it on a page Take the page to the stage Blow the roof off the place"
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He'd say music was the home for your pain And explain, I was young, he would say "Take that rage, put it on a page Take the page to the stage Blow the roof off the place"
When you cry a piece of my heart dies, Knowing that I may have been the cause, If you were to leave, fulfil someone else's dreams, I think I might totally be lost. But you don't ask for no diamond ri
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