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don't worry..the gossip will fade...
don't worry..if everything's grey...
I'll take all your pain...turn it into gold...
and all those butterflies that u have felt
will rise up from they fall...
I didn't want to leave..couldn't even breathe..
and your sweet smell turned me into thief.....
wish I could turn back time and tell the world..
That my heart was beating fast but i was stupid whore..
So why do shoulders still stay warm?
Why are trees green more,
than they were before?
I don't know........
too shy to show u....
too shy to win......
why can't we choose our own path,
on that big green wing?
