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Oh, I live in a world Where,each one have a murder To save other, to save one's mother Me with my home key Can't avoid the suffer To save the murder of any other
Wasn’t it just night outside? I can feel the sun. Somehow I find myself again splayed on the couch SVU still muted on the screen.         Every morning starts like this, in blurred disarray
As I walked along the dusky dark road, the English winter this particular year was torturous to say the least. The icy wind whipping against the coat I thought would be my comfort from the cold. My face felt frozen and void of all sensation.
We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.Can't we all just get along?Can we continue to love one another,And help those in need?Can we bare each other's burdens,And pray for one another?
Now a day's the 90's generation is so much different the males are growing up disrespecting us women calling us bitches and sluts but
I have given you your share, and you have left, my son. Your brother stays, helps with work just begun.   It has been so long, so so long. Your voice jsut a memory, a memory still strong.
  We ride to the place beyond the pines Through steep hills and broken paths Unforgiving slopes and twisted turns On roads well traveled To a place untouched and unknown We travel there
Hey there Dad, get your gun let's go to the woods for some fun. The weather is mild and not too bright, cotton tails been out all night.
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