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Tonight

Tired of crying.
Sick of trying.
Inside I'm dying.
But tonight I'm not lying.
I'm going to go flying.
High in the sky of the night.
Away in my dreams.
Away from reality.
Away from the cruilty of life.
No way I'd die.
Is what I used to say.
But just not tonight
So many words unsaid.
So many things left undone.
So tonight I shall fly.
Because I know no one will cry for the girl with out wings.
But in the end the whole world will be crying.
So they can all cry over my dead body tonight.



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