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Im feelings from a laberinth Would in to Feels like every single... but not this place Young wild to many to make up Overtrash the numb pen On my time is come to you Im feelings from a laberinth Would in to Feels like every single... but not this place Young wild to many to make up Overtrash the numb pen On my time is come to you
Writer(s): Ian Locke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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