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The Wind Weathers Your Face. It Deepens the Cracks and Crevices. It Builds Your Character
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Her Touch Is Heaven and It's Not Meant for You
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She'll Never Know How Far You Would Go, and Neither Will You for That Matter
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I Need To Get To a Place Far Away From Here, To a Place Where I Can Touch Heaven
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This Is a World That Will Trample You, Crush You, Need You, Leave You Behind
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It's Easier To Burn a Bridge When You Don't Care Which Side You Stand On
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When Do These Exeriences Lend Credence To My Existence
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My Embrace Is a Burden and Unwelcomed
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How Far Must I Go To Be Free of My Thoughts of You
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Your World Has No Use For a Guy Like Me
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My Steadfast Nature Prevented Me From Ever Hearing the Poetry of Her Tears