Strange, to cross the conflicted heart and hope to die, to drive without fear into a storm that could be the end,
Elysium the touch of those gone that you loved, the future dark and dead, the brightness of life all remember when,
The best part is when it's over I guess, to fear the weight of a nine or the end of time is a lessening I confess.
Elysium the touch of those gone that you loved, the future dark and dead, the brightness of life all remember when,
The best part is when it's over I guess, to fear the weight of a nine or the end of time is a lessening I confess.
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