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Fiction Plane Fake Light From The Sun

Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you

Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you to

you're falling from graces Rehearsing all your persona will need when you're front-page fighting (aim) for your dignity I almost taste the the irony How fiction