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| On My Faith I Place The Burden Of My Insecurity |
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| Tired -the wheels keep on turing inside of me trying to find the truth in what I see Never a moment Never a glance Never a gesture Never a chance Watch & wait I let things pass Delinquant and empty Just brush it off & #$@%^ ~%$@ %*!^ 'Til one day I notice a change Today I feel so out of range |
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