| Deep inside a rhythm beating drumming in my heart-- Deep inside a place that you can run to-- | |
| down cobblestone walks where the voice of the rain falls | |
| down cobblestone walks where the voice of the rain falls | |
| pounding, pounding on the ground, but only you can hear |
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Mostly made of boredom.
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sorry 'bout the double post
hopefully you can delete it


