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Happy Kind of Dead
Sometimes the things in my head prevent me from getting out of bed, All I want to do is move my feet to the cold spots on my sheets, That ...
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In the Middle of it All
If I were in a race If I were to run so fast that all the colors became stirred If all the baby blues seem to fuse I will forget ...
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All There Is
If I were in a race If I were to run so fast that all the colors became stirred If all the baby blues seem to fuse I will forget ...