| Put down the idea that I'm broken The idea that you're not real The idea that you can change Change to you is no more than a new lie Flowers unfold to show us a beautiful play Is this not always who we are? To keep this motion going is so selfish Flowers unfold to show a beautiful charade Let's dance on more time You fill this empty heart |
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"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats."
-Albert Schweitzer
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We are dirt, we are alone, you know we're far from sober.
Look closer, are you like me? Are you ugly?
Regards
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DAMNANT QUOD NON INTELLEGUNT
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muñeca de todos. juguete de nadie.
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