.These words remaining complicated, tell me which way to run. Was it what you'd expected then? We're rebels now without a soul. Selling songs to the naked, in the songs of a dead poet. We scatter the road. This time can you take it? Cause it feels like I'm racing the world and Im second best. But it'.
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