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The Storm, It's Coming
Naked from the fee. From the decade of the bees. On a new road. With no true know that see it. There's doubt in every face. And there's a liar on the stage.
Talking With The Wolves
Simon. You are the model of your age. Don't let the bastards take the stage. They don't love you. And hey. You are a pure light on the waves. Don't let them turn us into slaves.
True
I find it so hard to be true. And all these lies I'm telling you. Are little anchors in my chest. That pull us down into this mess. . I find it easy to distract.
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