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Straight From The Heart


Love was my playground I invited you to leading to the path to my heart Games was your playground and player you were from the very start The reasons life gives you as a clause from your past The rarest of rare religion of people's life that you were straight from the heart Things that they already do not know and the religion that you are All the reasons you have to be who you are The excuses life always gives you as things that you cannot hide About that cold day of life and things you cannot forget About human bankruptcy and the way one mistrusts Something that then gets written on the pages of your subconscious The wall then builds in your mind about strings you cannot touch Reasons you no longer can justify no matter what The rarest of rare religion of people's life you never did expect Things that they already do not know and the religion they are not of your life Then you move on trying not to look back Love was my playground I invited you to leading to the path to my heart Games was your playground and a player you were straight from the heart
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