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FIRST VERSE:   
Disdained by the dreamers lines,
Fade up in the tracing drain before I can anticipate.
Trying my own best way in the old straight ways,
I can't see my feelings.
But I get my grubby wings.
When you never knew my own taste.
I troubled no one in the sad ways,
you never reasoned with me in the bad days,
come along..
You waiting on fondly spleen,
listen to the song!
I can't trespass against my own feelers.
I tell the world that you need it in the fake friend,Paddy Chains,
Reading from the game bad,
When you never know..
When you tore the feelings,
it never got you in the black rages.
You are the stone that was round.
The concept, flows of jurisdictions.
You never heard about the perceptions,
Flashed from their conscience. 
We never knew where we have the precautions. 
That was disdained by the dreamers, when the smoke came in.
We thought the feal in never quenched the fire.
Thus,she meant me.

It's your boy...ahaaa...walkingshoes.

SECOND VERSE:
Yeah...
In a ruby jeans. 
seasons in the game.
Time to just shuttle up the snows.
Filled up in the game,but you never taught us where you have the feelings.
In your own mastery,
you tell the world that you need this pictures in your gallery.
Where she had the filly of the back ages.
She was in black and white,
She never feel this so wild...
She saw all the feral.
And I'm big in the pub,
Any now and then that we kept to chill. 
Following this from granny days to now,
We thought there was a game.
that we trust to win,
Full of plagues...
I never get to beam,
beaming from the light rays.
All the time that we set from the way.
Ah I just stopped around there,Nigga.
Just flipped,after I say this in my own driller.
I can't tell you how long that you make it.
Essentially rose....
She's tough for me.
My mystery was in the perception.
Call me.....,and I will understand.

THIRD VERSE:
Until that,we met again.

Sad ways,sad way...
Feel it in the streaming. 
Seasons from the songs.
We just turned it before,
you never knew I'm wronged.
I'm tired around the story.
Faith up never to worry.
You keep me jest,please say sorry.
I need it...One note.
From that time of strikes,
Season floats,I kept to stride. 
I can't keep it in my white shirt,stripes.
Feeling....

The cap that I longed for reigning, 
Season and the timing,
troubles that you want me.
Fake buddy genes.
tell me when you want it,
buggy in the jail.
Fed up when you pulling me,
pull me to the ground. 
Season when you listened to the bad sound?
You hold my peace,
you hold my peace.
You sit there in the street,
you level up gist to greet.
All that's nothing new.
We fine...We fine...fine
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