I'll sing my song like a rebel wild
For that I am and can't deny
But at least I'll know
Not to hurt
Not to push
Not to ache
For that I am and can't deny
But at least I'll know
Not to hurt
Not to push
Not to ache
And God knows.. not to try
Tamed imperfection, ordinarily. And for all those deductions for the wrong guy, an arrogant nous, a blasphemous pupil, an inconvenient friend, an unfocused psyche. Too many things I don't understand.
Intriguing, this world.
♫Travis - Why Does It Always Rain On Me
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