Just a music sample of somewhat sort of something systematically symphed into the synchronization of the sour symphoms.
The sale of the own soul that simply spoke seldon sayings.
The start of the self, sorted into sections, that stain and stop.
Wihout any symphonies.
Severe. Small.
Seulement, só.
Between Two Points - David Gilmour
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9qdvkx9E3o
Broke an early promise
Put trust in an unknown
Fell headlong into the arms
Of the first that stirred me
Unsteadied a steady heart
And took me to a place I've never been
A place I've never been since
Stopped hoping at an early age
Stopped guessing at an early age
Start accepting things from day one
And then things can't go too wrong
Just let them walk all over you
Laugh through the punches and the pain
Let the life-blood drain away from you
They're right, you're wrong
And you can see it in the way they look at you
Feel it in the way they treat you
Always the last to know
Always the first to leave
And when the sky begins to fall
The blame, all along in you is yours
Wakes you with a fever at five
Your guardian angel gives up the ghost
And you can see it in the way they look at you
Feel it in the way they treat you
Always the last to know
Always the first to leave
Just let them walk all over you (they're right, you're wrong)
Laugh through the punches and the pain (they're right, you're wrong)
Let the life-blood drain away from you (they're right, you're wrong)
They're right, you're wrong
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