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be my anchor and pull me down

or i might try to go up every night

be my angel and pull me up

before i fall deeper into the dark corridors of my mind

be my lover and keep me at my feet

or i might grow wings while i fall down

and my soul will always fly around the clouds

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this is shitty, i know, sorry.

MorbidOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora