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Dead Poetic Four Wall Blackmail August Winterman And If I could teach the world to be.. I’d teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing. Perfect – As if my wings were like yours But I’m falling down. And if you could hold your tongue long enough.. You’d see that all I am is love, but I don’t like me. I despise me. Perfect – As if my wings were like yours But I’m falling down. Perfect – As if my wings were like yours But I’m falling down. It’s a disease they’ll never have a cure for. You’re the only way to dry my eyes. It’s a disease, they’ll never have a cure. But I’m the on whose wrong. I’m the one who cries. It’s a disease, they’ll never have a cure for. It’s a disease, they’ll never have a cure. But I’m the on whose wrong. I’m the one who cries. I cry – I despise me. |
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