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miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011

The ugly naked truth:
She starves me of my youth,
And I stand alone until you catch on.
I swear it's not by choice.
But she has this voice, and it calms me down,
It gives me purpose.

And it's alright, I'm alright, I want to be okay.
I've seen it before, This eyesore; it's me.
Ohh, ohh, ohh, me.

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