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Being young Being wild Chasing dreams Feels alive Underneath the stars Dancing only starts When we set it free Will this always be? But even the life If I realized On a hill up high Would it be all right? And yet I Feeling the rhythm and lines And yet I Feeling the marching and heart...
The clouds are rolling in from up high Gray and heavy smoke covers the skies The world's got darker and colder fast But I believe it is unshaken After the rainfall and the rest The world will awaken again The slumber will fade and go away It will all change into bright and green The storm...
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Love your mistakes, for that's all it takes, To reach some enlightenment. For each one you make is like tastiest cake, Or wine with a perfect ferment. Because so you see, eventually, It's only by making these bloomers. That you'll ever learn, to thus overturn, The mistakes of the other...
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The thought that I repeat myself, Is driving me to tears, It has to be among the, Very greatest of my fears! It's something that intrudes so much, When talking oft to others. I'd really rather opt to find, A deafness of my druthers. For ignorance is bliss they say, And this one doth intrude...
Boogs
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The elephants in the room, The one's are ever outside. The one's as quiet as the tomb, The one's they can't abide. We're the one percenters, We're the blackest of the sheep. We're the great dissenters, We're the one's who'll never sleep. Why are we the who of this, Why are we the chosen. Why...
Boogs
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The elephants in the room, The one's are ever outside. The one's as quiet as the tomb, The one's they can't abide. We're the one percenters, We're the blackest of the sheep. We're the great dissenters, We're the one's who'll never sleep. Why are we the who of this, Why are we the chosen. Why...
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