[Cormega] I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin her life Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight I will always be Cory, youngest
To stand where I stand To see just where I want to be when I close my eyes, don't want to cry but fly like an angel hight above the things that try to
Brother, stand the pain We' filled with skin, blood, veins, bone, soul and brain There's no room for lack of trust We must just read to act and bust
Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could Little things I should've said and done, I never
(All day, all day) I don't know why, I don't know how I thought I loved you, but I'm not sure now I've seen you look at strangers too many times A love
I want a dog, A chihuahua When I get back to my small flat I want to hear somebody bark Oh, you can get lonely Don't want a cat, Scratching its claws
Dictation being forced in Afghanistan Revolution in South Africa taking a stand People in Eurasia on the brink of oppression I hope it's going to be
I get out of bed at half past ten Phone up a friend, who's a party animal Turn on the news and drink some tea Maybe if you're with me we'll do some
Take these dogs away from me (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah) (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah) (Ah Ah Ah Ah -
actualized tones are bookmarks in my neural library pulling tastes of dusty passions cataloguing manuscripts of same story cementing with introspection
I killed her with the realness now I'm bringing her life Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight I will always be cory, youngest child of Dorothy
Maybe I didn't treat you, quite as good as I should Maybe I didn't love you, quite as often as I could Little things I should've said and done, I never
(All day, all day) I don't know why, I don't know how I thought I loved you but I'm not sure now I've seen you look at strangers too many times A love
Your life's a mystery Mine is an open book If I could read your mind I think I'd take a look I don't care, baby I'm not scared What have you got to
I get out of bed, at half past ten Phone up a friend, who's a party animal Turn on the news and drink some tea Maybe if you're with me, we'll do some
Dictation being forced in Afghanistan Revolution in South Africa taking a stand People in Eurasia on the brink of oppression I hope it's going to be alright
I want a dog A chihuahua When I get back to my small flat I want to hear somebody bark Oh, you can get lonely Don't want a cat Scratching its claws
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