Don't look for me in the crowd
Following like cattle to the slaughter
I broke free
Forging my own path
Let the others get slaughtered
I want to live on
Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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