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Hand over brow, sweeping horizon  over and over to find something new.  Head over heals, falling  in circles, don't even realize you don't  have to look.    You do have to lose. 
She walks into the classroom, and sits in her chair.
Everyday the same routine Time passes Is this really the life I dreamed I wanna be Spontanious Active Free There eyes Judging Turn around Don't look at me My personality
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