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                                    Love really is like playing with fire.                                Anyone can play easily and lightheartedly.                                  But when you mess up and get burned,                                 that scar stays with you your whole life.

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                              and as soon as i can hold you once again                                             i won’t let go of you                                                    i swear

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                                         even a god finds it hard                                   to love and be wise at the same time

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                                             love is for giving,                                             i give mine to you.

                                       dreams are for dreaming,                                             i dream of you.

                                         hearts are for beating,                                           mine beats for you.

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                                                  this is my family                                                 i found it all on my own

                                                 it’s little and broken                                                      but still good

                                                    yeah still good

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                                  wayward though my son may indeed be                                             he has made me proud

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                                                YOU ARE A LIONESS,                                 AND IT IS FOR LESSER BEASTS TO FEAR YOU.

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                                              the true soldier fights                               not because he hates what is in front of him                                  but because he loves what is behind him

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                                          she stood there: she listened.                                       she learned the names of the stars.

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                                             good things take time

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                                          I wake up, they say we won.                                          They didn’t say what we lost.

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                                        why are you doing this?

                                          i need you to know                                         we’re not so different

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                                           you’re allowed to scream                                               you’re allowed to cry                                        but you’re not allowed to give up

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                                      in an endlessly revolving dream                                           i danced with you again

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                                    i had all and then most of you                                      some and now none of you

                                 take me back to the night we met

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                          i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell                                            i would know him blind,                   by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the ground

                                         i would know him in death                                             at the end of the world

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                               Victory isn't something you are given.                                         It is something you take.