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Small Brown Bike Safe In Sound

I came to see you and talk about how things have been. I can't keep fighting and think about what we have left. Wrap me up. Spit me out. I've had these

way And every day is the right day And as you rise above the fear lines in his brow [Gary Wehrkamp:] You look down [Gary Wehrkamp / Mike Baker:] Hearing the sound