Wallace
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I didn't wake up like this
Instead I was born with bliss
I dance around the streets
While I am listening to my sick beats
I live a life of laughter
No need to be be down after
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.
Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.
