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There I was, caught in labyrinth. Time & time again I found myself lost. Following Cupid's arrow. Round & round I turned. Still I was a fool to not admit my denial. Chasing an arrow not meant for me.
I’m Standing right in front of you 
She looked out to the flourescent sky Daydreaming like a small child Wishing she had the wings of a bird so she could fly She wanted to be free, she wanted to be wild  
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