It's when you can't control what your fingers type, that you know what you're heart really yearns for.
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I will not do what you expect me to do.
That will be my triumph and that will be the cause of my fall. That will be me.
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If misery was some sort of drug, I'd be snorting it everyday.
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If I would sell my dreams, I'd be rich. There'd be many buyers. There'd be an auction and the highest bidder would be the king of Neverland.
But I'll keep them, my dreams, and die poor.
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We will. One day. That's a promise. And I'll be wearing pink.
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