well its a life based on good intention, what intention did you have for me. i blew seeds so far in the wind now you cant see. its a life based on pure invention and it looked so good up in your head. if it wasn't for all this survival you'd be dead. as you flew last night, all the angles in heaven. they took flight. life was suppose to end at the end of this block but i guess its not. they broke your only record. as it played your favorite song now. the broken ones they stand up front. raise their fist they sing along. heaven please go easy on your own tonight with her motherly arms and her southernly charms. ill choke.
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