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Friday, ‎November ‎29, ‎2013

Find an excuse and let them mould
Doesn’t matter what it means or to you
They have their own understanding, will use
I still suffer from those nights, traditional night
Who knew honesty can break hearts, promise too
You had found something that desperates you inside of me
So you built your home deep to excavate every inch
Then the emptiness reaches every one, pervasive spreads
Oh people, I can’t pleasure your luxurious taste

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