From a minute to a day
I'm fed with air that's cut
From the voice the of the weak
That knows it's not enough
I'm fed with air that's cut
From the voice the of the weak
That knows it's not enough
From a minute to a day
I stand not far apart
From the passing shoulders
Who thought they stood alone
Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth
Forgiveness for memory
I refuse to know a world
Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth
Between me and myself
I can't meet a world
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Stay Ugly
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