August Winterman - Dead Poetic Album Version
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And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
And if you could hold your tongue long enough..
You'd see that all I am is love, but I don't like me.
I despise me.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
It's a disease they'll never have a cure for.
You're the only way to dry my eyes.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure for.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.
I cry - I despise me.
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