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EVERYWHERE I GO |
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Everywhere I go is beauty |
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trees illuminated |
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street lights glowing in the darkness |
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I want to run up to strangers and kiss them |
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but there is too much noise |
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men kill each other |
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I'm sick and tired of seeing sad faces |
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stop that bastard machine |
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everyone is God and Holy |
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a spike is ripping at my throat |
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I smell a fragrance of a rose |
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everywhere I go is beauty
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