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caught up in a world, non-existent, co-dependent washed up with out laughter, going faster, natural disaster. prove me wrong, pat yourself on the back call me un-important, my brain is non absorbant think fast for winning sometimes, standing straight--i want selection. i still open up to you, and ive got nothing left to prove. im saying that ill stay up late, i hope i can create relation to perfection, some more direction ive got no motivation, and a failing structure no i didnt touch her, i didnt touch her. think fast for winning sometimes, standing straight--i want selection. From Letras Mania