I've walked to the ends of the earth, and glanced into the eyes of = Those who were going the opposite way. They failed to bridge the gap, first contact was a threat and you = Could taste the surging unrest. Who wrote the law that opposites attract? Who could be so naive? Everyone trusts no-one. Looking out for number one. Ours is a primed time. The finite thrill of the loathing - a streak in our life bearing = Dreams. It strengthens to soothe the open wound, but ours is a primed time. It strengthens to soothe the open wound, but ours is a primed time. Bonding? - Do you think I want the upper hand? Broken contracts, we sow infertile seeds and reparation pales.
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