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Feb 19, 2008 20:06

It was a faint line that brought you here and a pulse that kept you in time. It was the comfort of a tradition but the fear that you were not that kind. And it's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself in everything you're running from. And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down as the one that's gonna pick you up, and pick you up.
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