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Not up to the stories

It's not up to the stories
That we have red in books
It's not up to the faith
That we spand to not lose
Time is going down
And sinking in mire

You've bursted into my life
And disappeared that way
In montage of faces
Was hife with good graces
So ask time "when?"

I've not meant to brake it
We are oxidized blood
But i've so want to make it
Sorry for beautiful cut
Ropes of sand is out
Out of my head
So what is apathy
Is writing the stories
You've seen it apparently
Burning the storage
Ropes of sand is out
Out of your head

You've bursted into my life
And disappeared that way
In montage of faces
Was hife with good graces
So ask time "when?"
You've bursted into my life
And disappeared that way
In montage of faces
Was hife with good graces
So ask time "again?"

It's not up to the stories
That we are buing for money
It's not up to the faith
That we are getting with blarney
It's not up to us

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