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Lyrics for 'August Winterman' by 'Dead Poetic'
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
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.
You’re The Only Way To Dry My Eyes.
It’s A Disease, They’ll Never Have A Cure.
But I’m The On Whose 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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