Mixed up words with mixed up sounds, doesn't change the noise.
I take you words as what they are, noise.
There is nothing to accept and nothing to predict.
We are stuck in limbo of our lives until one of us has balls to change things.
I thought you had, you thought I had.
Sad isn't it.
I take you words as what they are, noise.
There is nothing to accept and nothing to predict.
We are stuck in limbo of our lives until one of us has balls to change things.
I thought you had, you thought I had.
Sad isn't it.

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