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Get Cape Wear Cape Fly The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager

I am stuck in minor chords I'd been here once before With environmental echoes By your baggage on my floor So get over here Let's grab ourselves another

I was stuck in minor chords I'd been here once before With environmental .... By your baggage on my floor So get over here Lets grab ourselves another

Take a look at the oak trees In the park standing tall like a tower of resilience despite the leaves that fall. Stripping them back to their fraught

I spy with my little eye something that begins with 'I don't care', That this song, has a melody. Or that the beats are not complex, I'm just trying

answer to an existence so bland. Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy. You do not have to be a coat hanger for a corporation in a market that's lost

You say "go find yourself a new home." But isn't it a bit infantile to consider yourself the judge, of soneone's rights to start a better life? Today

I was stuck in minor chords I'd been here once before With environmental .... By your baggage on my floor So get over here Lets grab ourselves another

silence get you down, Though you've been sittin' here for hours, Hoping a voice could soon be found That speaks much louder that this music. If you're a