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August Winterman

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And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.

Perfect. As if my wings were like yours
Perfect. As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.

And if you could hold your tongue long enough..
You'd see that all I am is love, but I don't like me.
I despise me.

Perfect. As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
Perfect. As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.

It's a disease they'll never have a cure for.
But You're the only way to dry my eyes.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure
But I'm the one who's wrong. I'm the one who cries.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure for.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.

I cry. I despise me.

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