Movingly deciding
Where to go
Let me speak my soul
We should learn
A plan to rise above
Tables turn
Heaven knows you're wrong
Wonder why
Your eyes disguise
Nice yet vile
I've seen the sign
When you skip the blues
You lose
My rules on you
To get used get through
There we were Movingly deciding Where to go Let me speak my soul We should learn A plan to rise above Tables turn Heaven knows you're wrong Wonder why Your eyes disguise Nice yet vile I've seen the sign When you skip the blues You lose My rules on you To get used get through Explain Request ×
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