They wreck your life with their possessive art.
And crumpled is your face and then your heart.
They do not know that they don’t know it all
The writing’s on the ceilings not the wall
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They wreck your life with their possessive art.
And crumpled is your face and then your heart.
They do not know that they don’t know it all
The writing’s on the ceilings not the wall
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