Be a favor all with good intention, never mind the
Chaos....
Power, money, holy roads
Information overload
Leave me in the bitter
I've got a habit, I've got a vice
I've got
Don't ask me, I don't know
I don't care, I
You are the wind beneath my wings.
The grin across
Hellbent, outta hand
You still think you're heaven sent Right
It's dark and I'm lonely
So cold, so alone
So
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