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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Full of stuff, just waiting for a sign.
Watching the years I am watching... the die.
The spider holding on by string,
Still I'm all alone hearing this type thing.
So ask what I think, tell you I think that it's frightening.
All of places to dance and yet we are still.
A improbable force has come to enlighten,
But why we listen if there's nothing in it to kill?
I'm hearing these questions my friend.
You're never quite the sounds,
But for the voices.
These sweet little voices, follow me all the way down.
It seems we dream hard for peaches and cream and their sweetness.
If we are what we eat then why are we not ourselves?
And where's this gateway once loved by Pandora?
Did she bring our demise or be true to the nature of
Often I'm seeing by friend
And I see him in you
Disguised as a he campaigns for the end.
But a few were for the truth.
A few reserved for the truth.
I'm no comforting words from the priest, But I've found that each season can sing.
If she'd survived winter she might've seen the spring,
To see that we all make circus type thing.