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The Climb
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Everybody Knows
Ever bored in an alcoholic space?
We're the same on same old plane.
Dying bats in the evening sun
We're the weirdoes, borrowed
Always made weight in us.
Charmed life's dream brings forth sores
Galling things honey, everybody knows.
Now i know the tragic point:
We're jokes of our childhood days.
Dying bats in the evening sun
We're the stolen, fallen, clinical life forms
And our bodies die.
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