It All Started With
It all started with a voice Cracked voice, dried voice Forgotten voice Those whispers cracked The doors of my heart And ente...
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It all started with a voice Cracked voice, dried voice Forgotten voice Those whispers cracked The doors of my heart And ente... -
She was sitting in a bench in front of a lake under a golden leaf tree sun was saying Adieu to the sky, the lake was yelling and so her hear... -
And they think I'm alive And they see me eating, sleeping, breathing so they think that I am alive, is that what makes us alive? feeding...
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