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:: Monday, May 17, 2004 ::
Take it All Away (Chris Turner)
Everything's around me,
Everything's so fake,
The world moves on without me,
And everyone is so messed up.
Preoccupied with broken fantasies,
I cannot live at all.
If you could take it all away,
If you could get anything you'd want,
You'd make it go away,
Just playing your games with me.
Everything surrounds me,
Everyone's so bleak,
People stare straight at me,
And everything is so messed up.
Preoccupied with shallow parts to play,
I cannot live at all.
:: Plod 4:14 PM [+] ::
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