October 30, 2009
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Knowing what’s right
Knowing what’s wrong
Good thing we get along and I know that we
Can get threw the fog when we sing our
Song knowing that you’re beside me
And your crying because I am dieing and the
Sun stops shining and all that you can see is me
When the demons fall and all that you can
Hear is our song and now you know
I’m gone.

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