all the way to the end
emotions revaluate themselves into perpetual endeavors of the heart/all i ever do is fall apart/to the moon/Ill be at the equator soon/playing my own instrument with my own tune/Love is all but a mystery,If you dont know where to look/Like a blank page, In a four million page book/all the answers are there/Just as long as you have the time to care/cherish life,and run after your dream/a river that branches out into a stream/to the ocean out to the sea/holding onto this life is where you'll find me/all I ever need was a friend, a hand to the end....now I fully intend...to break and bend...all the way to the end
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