Pull out the fear of silence
And put out the need for guidance
And put out your own devices
And don't be afraid of the cold
And we sing, sing, sing.
Fight, we fight, we fight.
We cry, cry, we cry.
We slide, slide, we slide into the light.
So, I will be going back to the States?
Yeah, seems that way... in like two days. I'm doing massive amounts of
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