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Signs and the game of waitingFaith, and twisting of the heart, that's the design. I pray for anything, something, a sign. It's like and explosion, my heart being crushed A feeling of fire, a feeling, a rush. I reach out to God, and his shoulder I get, I pray upon it nightly, in hopes for some peace. My secret is that, I can't give up. A war in my head, and my heart, they're torn up. I want to believe, that of course this faith will save me. So I'm trying my damndest, to say this isn't over yet, but you see.. &nbSigns and the game of waiting
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My mother is a fish.
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♪♫♪ -- Sing me something soft and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything.
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♪♫♪ -- Sing me something soft and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything.
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