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The way when you talk to me,  Just gives me butterflies.  You may say something like "Oh my"  But im telling the truth.  I do care about you,  But im not sure you feel the same back.   
 
There only one way to find out,  Lets give it a try,  Maybe it will work?  "Oh my" You may say  again but oh well,  Im speaking my mind.   
 
But you are right,  It is something like "Oh my"  Because speaking my mind may  always make something wrong.  And i've learned the hard way from that.   
 
Some people may get jealous from us  Being t
Pat yourself on the back, gersh, you made it a year  you faced all the hurdles and took on the fear   
You remembered your mission and you never forgot  you walked into the projects and you didn't get shot   
You never cried in the classroom and you always came back  you kept it up to the end and you made your attack   
Oranges flew and a kid choked your throat   coming in August, you'll be right back in the boat   
But don't pat it too hard, because mostly you failed  the kids didn’t learned and your train was derailed   
The nation still faces the same kind
I can feel the beats running through me.  The pounding in my head.  The shake beneath my feet.  The bodies all around me.  Jumping.  Grinding.  Bouncing.  Flying…?  I can feel his hips on mine.  His hot breathing on my neck.  His amazing form wrapped around me.  As we get lost.  Lost in the music.  The sex.  The drugs.  The alcohol.  My eyes are closed.  My head is spinning.  I don’t feel anything.  I don’t have to feel anything.  I don’t need to feel anything.  I don’t want to feel anything.
Where is he going to fit into the change in the air hes sensing?ens callin His battle on his own this oone battle on his own though, hes got the elves cas of bargian the underwolrd orcs and hte ravenous ravens of taisalis the skies darken with their numbers, the cries of rage and their furoius cries of the  i it call out to anyone and everyone who listens to them. their lonely calls  out.s and winds of spe through their hearts and bodies. dragons roar calling seem  to their elven riders to join the ravens in battle. but it seems like no one is moving spells of binding from the other sides wizards skies suddenly r
I want to be there on the day you get shot  
 
So I can throw my body wantonly in front of the bullet  
 
to save myself from having never saved you  
 
But I won’t be there that day or any day in your long or short  
 
future and you sure aren’t grieving  
 
You’re leaving, you’re no longer rising, now setting my sun  
 
and heading, my son, into the tiny unknown   
I don’t ever want to have a kid but if I did I hope  
 
he’d be like you but he wouldn’t be, would he because you  
 
live on another earth   
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