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*this is bad, really had no motivation to pull it all together*

Drank my last beer with you in my mind

Lets take off in this little motorboat

Want to be somebody good

You can never pull me down

Can never drown me in my own melodies

Mother, wish you to be proud

Let us not continue with this fake reality we call life

When September stretches into December

The sounds of silence never fades

You’re still far, but still lingers on

I wish i could turn into a bird, and fly away

The clothes you hang outside is now dry

Let us not fight until we end with tears

Let us not tire ourselves

Please wake me up, for the happy hour

You raised me up well, to be a fool


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