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Dead Poetic Four Wall Blackmail August Winterman And If I could teach the world to be.. Id teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing. Perfect As if my wings were like yours But Im falling down. And if you could hold your tongue long enough.. Youd see that all I am is love, but I dont like me. I despise me. Perfect As if my wings were like yours But Im falling down. Perfect As if my wings were like yours But Im falling down. Its a disease theyll never have a cure for. Youre the only way to dry my eyes. Its a disease, theyll never have a cure. But Im the on whose wrong. Im the one who cries. Its a disease, theyll never have a cure for. Its a disease, theyll never have a cure. But Im the on whose wrong. Im the one who cries. I cry I despise me. |
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