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You were given a space
for you to exploit yourself
take it
it won't be long for a tide to come
Because I
As many others
have found wisdom in every wound
But blood confuses everything
Turns things to red
Stains
and never leaves
And she says
"If its mediocre
Dont even make a line"
"if you're mediocre
dont even take the time"
Not everyone can cause a thunderstorm
You have
And what are the odds?
None
But I keep on living
reading through
this pages of a distant paradise
somewhere different
somewhere unknown
What are the odds?
None
She has no choice but to be mute
her words will prevail
remembered
yet buried in our scars
You can tell it
By the look of my stitches
that I haven't healed completely
merely impossible
To fight against it
beyond
and completely lost
And she says
"if its mediocre
dont even take the time"
"If you arent golden
then you cannot be mine"
Not everyone can cause a hurricane
You have
And what are the odds?
None
But I keep on living
writing down
this pages of a distant paradise
somewhere different
somewhere unknown
What are the odds?
None
Softer than needles
Paralytical
Devastaded
Uninformed
Disconnected from life
Disconnected from paradise
And what are the odds?
None
But I keep on living
writing down
this pages of a distant paradise
somewhere different
somewhere unknown
What are the odds?
None
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None
What are the odds?
somewhere unknown
somewhere different
this pages of a distant paradise
writing down
But I keep on living
None
And what are the odds?
Disconnected from paradise
Disconnected from life
Uninformed
Devastaded
Paralytical
Softer than needles
None
What are the odds?
somewhere unknown
somewhere different
this pages of a distant paradise
writing down
But I keep on living
None
And what are the odds?
You have
Not everyone can cause a hurricane
then you cannot be mine"
"If you arent golden
dont even take the time"
"if its mediocre
And she says
and completely lost
beyond
To fight against it
merely impossible
that I haven't healed completely
By the look of my stitches
You can tell it
yet buried in our scars
remembered
her words will prevail
She has no choice but to be mute
None
What are the odds?
somewhere unknown
somewhere different
this pages of a distant paradise
reading through
But I keep on living
None
And what are the odds?
You have
Not everyone can cause a thunderstorm
dont even take the time"
"if you're mediocre
Dont even make a line"
"If its mediocre
And she says
and never leaves
Stains
Turns things to red
But blood confuses everything
have found wisdom in every wound
As many others
Because I
it won't be long for a tide to come
take it
for you to exploit yourself
You were given a space
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