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    2010 - 06.14

    Who’d ever thought we’d end up here?

    Down the road away’s now

    Who’d thought we’d still have these tears?

    They should have been cried away by now

    I miss you all wish you were here

    But without those fears around.


    I am consumed in raging anger

    Which quickly fades to a digital silence

    I play music that no one hears

    And I have my way now

    All alone waiting to fly

    Making my way to you




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