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MERCEDIES.LARSON.;;sixteen;;mcr;;photography;;music;;purple
one to five i'm half alive, six to nine i'm out of line, ten to twelve i'm not myself,
for the millionth time i cry, give me a second go, don't let me go alone
you saw me at the worst, you caught me falling first, all i wanted to know, give me a second go;;
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MERCEDIES.LARSON.;;sixteen;;mcr;;photography;;music;;purple
one to five i'm half alive, six to nine i'm out of line, ten to twelve i'm not myself,
for the millionth time i cry, give me a second go, don't let me go alone
you saw me at the worst, you caught me falling first, all i wanted to know, give me a second go;;
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she lives in a fairy tale; somewhere too far for us to find
forgotten the taste and smell; of a world that she's left behind
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..and the clock struck twelve, well make sure to build your house
brick by boring brick; or the wolf's gonna blow it down
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forgotten the taste and smell; of a world that she's left behind
..and the clock struck twelve, well make sure to build your house
brick by boring brick; or the wolf's gonna blow it down
the secret part - by mercedies larson
Theres never enough time; for me to breathe in air
and in between each gasp ; theres never but a care
a care for those who see ; my small and ugly shell
for if they cared then they would know;the stories my soul has yet to tell
and oh the stories that keep inside; the happiness, the pride and cheer
these non-existant qualities; are never heard by any ear
for all they see are painted smiles; upon my hidden heart
i dream of those who wish to know; of me the secret part
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Theres never enough time; for me to breathe in air
and in between each gasp ; theres never but a care
a care for those who see ; my small and ugly shell
for if they cared then they would know;the stories my soul has yet to tell
and oh the stories that keep inside; the happiness, the pride and cheer
these non-existant qualities; are never heard by any ear
for all they see are painted smiles; upon my hidden heart
i dream of those who wish to know; of me the secret part