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As i make my way through the century As i slowly turn to house dust
-That makes me think of growing old, skin cells fall off and create dust over the centuries
Somethings wrong i can`t let go, Natures cruel shes laughs at me, Almost too much for my heart,
-That makes me think of dying, he/she is dying and can't let go, and nature is making he/she
As i make my way through the century As i slowly turn to house dust
-That makes me think of growing old, skin cells fall off and create dust over the centuries
Somethings wrong i can`t let go, Natures cruel shes laughs at me, Almost too much for my heart,
-That makes me think of dying, he/she is dying and can't let go, and nature is making he/she