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Division Of Laura Lee Das Not Compute

footprints in the window from someone who's my friend that will be my doorway when i'm back again nothing here to fear nothing here to be scared of i

i know a place where all streets end just a few steps one last breath don't stop keep up and then stay i'll turn around and walk away don't stop keep

you better get out listen what you say is not what we believe you cant change a thing about how we feel get out you better get out listen what you say is not

used to be one of a kind something great in mind but now, like all of us, i cannot think without a drink one step back... it's not easy to end

Picture us without looks picture me without clothes I just wanna be loved and make sure im not being used bring me back my wisdom and i ll get ready

Why do we never fit in time with the city beat on the streets pushed around cause we dont see the fear in your eyes when production stops and things