What if prayers were nothing more than bullets that landed in clouds, blew up mid-sunset and showered down as disappointment?
What if the stars were really just a bunch of dead dreams?
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- backbeat.
- redundant.
- tell me i'm different.
- i've made a lot of mistakes in my mind.
- yours was the first face that i saw.
- when two hearts race, both win.
- ironknee.
- when i dream it's never dark.
- self reflective heart to heart.
- long lost dream of the day.
- decisions.
- nobody's laughing now, but you could always make m...
- macygolightly.
- giftwrap and gunsmoke.
- this air is blessed, you share with me.
- happiness is a loaded gun and life gives you zero ...
- the notorious b i g.
- scent of sex and new found glory.
- "if you knew then what you know now, what would yo...
- sandman.
- blood in my mouth.
- longfellow
- valentine.
- oil and water.
- spare me just three last words.
- reflection.
- surething.
- the school of life is now in session: it's likely ...
- soulmeets(perfect)body.
- Those who laugh shall never truly be alone; for ha...
- "Who's God?"
- "You go on. You set one foot in front of the othe...
- captain corelli's mandolin
- every living creature dies alone.
- good morning view.
- anxious(sick)
- success.
- Stars ain't nothin' but a hole in heaven.
- "you're just an empty wish cast upon a dead star."
- browneyes.
- I could be buried in my expectations.
- loose lips sink ships.
- (green)sboro.
- "you can do your homework while i'm gone."
- 420.
- smile lines.
- half asleep and floating on air.
- nothing like a stomach ache for all the right reas...
- The perfect words never crossed my mind 'cause the...
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