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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by carbon monoxide perfume, May 27, 2007.

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  1. Six feet under, in dreams we wish we could wake up from;
    We try to claw our way out, from the grave that society held us to;

    Losing all your hope, only the faith lets you know that there's something better;

    At least I can say I am trying;

    Every ounce of strength in you, is to fight for one more breath;
    Because we can say we are trying;

    Just to wake up from these dreams that we have held high;
    Or come crashing down, burying you with all your hopes;

    At least you can say I am trying;
    At least I am trying!!
     
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