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This is the rhythm that we're singing to the beat of my feet as I walk away... |
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I wish the world was flat like the old days and I could travel just by folding a map. |
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| So when the last and dreadful hour, this crumbling universe shall devour, the trumpet shall be heard on high, the dead shall live, the living die...and Music shall untune the sky...
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Is
this how it feels when you don't even fit into your own skin?
It’s getting tighter.
Everyday I’m getting smaller.
If I keep holding my breath I’m going to disappear...
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| It has been some time. For this I apologize.
...and if this isn't love, then it's the closest i've ever been. Do you
think we have a chance as streetlights sing on Audry's song?
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