Its all about the ever lasting feeling. Just bring me down, where you believe I belong, where the world is so lost in it's own mess
and every soul is still not home. Yet we pretend that there's hope. Even though deep
down we know there's no place that we can go. Not even beloved home. I'm not with it, with you, with this, I take a hit and blow thise trees, that's what I call Poetic Justice.
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