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All of the nothing that I doNo fucking worldviewand stay in for weeks, it seems likeThis listlessness imbuesmy body with dead huesAnd I need to get out and find the love of my lifeOh, things can get so goodand I know that they could I need to get outand find the love of my lifeAll of the nothing that I doWhat one could I go throughSick of kissing my hands all hours of the nightOh, things can get so goodand I know that they could I need to get outand find the love of my life[x5] From Letras Mania