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Wandering in the plains of my head
Thoughts are running the blades are dead
The page is burned the air is hot
Why should I be something I'm not?
Fading away we come and go
Time moves quick but our minds stay slow
I was enchanted with your grace from the very start when I saw your face
Your heart is true your love is sweet
The water is blue cold are our feet
Taking for-granted the things we love
Whats the goal of the man above?
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