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Your conceptions of complete dedication to the discriminations your mind is making, your convictions obscurely leave in your company a desolate decaying landscape your mind is making, all the fears I had run through my head, refusing to work for the privilege of consuming all your crap I didn't really want anyway, never have I seen the sky so dark life has been narrowed down.Paroles powered by LyricFind
