a cry or a question
is there a reason to believe
does it matter where you come from
a life alone is still a life
pitch black midnight
the radio keeps saying
everything is going to be alright
a light will get lost in here
pretenders and clowns fall together
letting go will be the easy part
speak up my quiet friend
this pain will never be real
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