Deception upon Deceptors
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Take the memories and shove them down the drain, they never meant a thing,
With friends to hold as a witness, who's to give it the air it needs
Fuck you and your conceited dreams
They never really meant much to me,
While the skies of the morning, I let try to get rid of me,
Due to a cigarette and a bit'o coffee, I find it the only harmony.
Everyone acts like saying how you feel is such a felony Like thunder, you guys act all big, but you're not even scary
Who's to give the world more gravity
Deception, colorado springs' extra nationality
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© Brent Edgell, 2008-04-22
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