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Sent By Ravens The Effects Of Fashion And Prayer

You speak of grace like you've seen it...your precious blood begins to boil over...and we will never be the same again now that i've got your attention

This room is thick with words...a mess a mess...of secrets and thieves..but can't you see that we're all the same..just vessles...and we're all afraid

scared to ride in the pouring rain...with the top let down..making attempts just to be different...in this beat-down town...we're looking through the glass of emotion..and fashion