How I always memorize every single misery and I seem to glorify everything inside of me and the hero never dies if the lover hides between the sheets there is no escape cause you can not sleep and then you wi will see you are just like me... Thats what you called waste of time I will be waiting down the line thats what you called waste of time waiting for your valentine thats what you called waste of time I know where your hero hides thats why you dont sleep tonight thats what I call life with a hero in the past you hang on to history such a loss wi will always last and there is no recovery
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