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Boy Sets Fire This Crying This Screaming My Voice Is Being Born

Wheels turn crush me, I am the machine Heaven helps those who forget to dream I see a spark, great is what we are Eyes toward my reward, compensated for

your only a receptacle for me. respectability is the weapon of the "in scene". dirt is law. new is wrong. can't we just let all this fall out of our laps

don't think I even care. i've built this wall around my heart to shut you out i've, played my part in this game that i thought was real in this pain

now over 200 years old, is a country that is different from all others, in that it offers equal opportunity to anyone, regardless of gender, sexuality or race. It is on this