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By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down there, We wept there, When we remembered we have abandoned Zion. Why are you lying to yourself? You know that lies don't last forever. The truth needs to be told.
I walk into the class, Room nine and all I see are boys behinds I wish they would take school more serious cause what they're doing is delerious
I heard it's unusual yet beautiful That feeling to love hard Sometimes I question love and ask where does love start Where does love end I mean does love end And is love what lust is when lust plays pretend