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Ann Beretta New Union Old Glory

Blind sided but won't walk away We all change you know I try to stay the same You play a new face, a new game And we've all seen better days So look

know why we're impossible lunatics on the rise lose ourselves in everything in our disguise we're the devil's advocates & there's no compromise New Union...Old Glory

way fallen are the ones who thought that we'd fade away beaten are the ones who still claim to be the strong forgotten are those who still sing the old

turn the key unlock the door to the room where I won't go no more and the walls are stained the memories fade away to the room where the records won'

Write a letter to myself with destination unknow self destructive tendencies self help's left me alone beaten by myself sometimes & kicked the whole

put an end to you bitter are the ends makes better excuses so wake up from the mess you're in good luck when you ship comes in and I promise you a brand new