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Deaf to ignorance


Whoa this is vivid I find myself chasing time Bystander that lives within me, witnessing all waste of life Waiting for time to slip on through Days fade like the T.V fades to black with just a click--- The girl who chased her dream Is not so cheery anymore Head swarmed with questions Faith, hope and courage Stuggling to reach her door Ooh she's chasing herself inside a dream As the voices ahead keep asking Will you leave this dream? As you glance at the fading twilight Run a stray when things get tough and choose to abandon Run away at the sight of risk? Before our time it was all worth it Ignorance was bliss Ignorance was bliss No rush, no pressure stirring A pure indulgence Ignorace was bliss Ignorace was bliss Life left up to imagination No innabitions
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