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This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.

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We built these fences with our hands, in time we’ll tear them down again and start over

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Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map

thou mayest.

"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

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