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Iwrestledabearonce lyrics : "Letters to Stallone"

It's a sign of the times, the impression that you made, glossed over by a wave, a golden lining in your grave, beneath the dirt its all the same

Last night a saw a thousand faces in a line

And I could not recall a name
And I could not recall a time, When I...
I needed someone to move me

Not someone to save me
Just someone to move me
Not someone to...


Change things desperately
I think mediocrity is this the key?

I can't I won't be I won't be sitting there now
break me out let me out


It's a sign of the times, there's nothing gain,
This world was never mine, it's not mine
I let the hive mind consume me,

I can feel them all moving, I can feel them all moving
I can feel...


Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line
And I could not recall a name
And I could not recall a time, When I...

I needed someone to move me
Not someone to save me
Just someone to move me

Not someone to ...

The perception that does not mean %#@! to me

I'm not a product of, I 'm not a product of my name
The perception that does not mean %#@! to me
I'm not a product of, I 'm not a product of my nameThe perception that does not mean %#@! to me

I'm not a product of you

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