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Al-Morning

Published: Aug 30, 2010

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In a life of sin
it's where we're going
not where we've been

because time flies so fast
live in the present
not the past

I know you're wondering when
but I'll make it alright
better than back then
so you can sleep at night

So live in the moment
as I fix the past
no time to worry
life goes too fast

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secryts2013

Sep 9, 2010

I love your message and your writing style. It is simple, because, i believe, you are trying to express this to the person you are speaking to in a simple way so that they believe it to be simple. Sorry if that didnt make much sense!

Really good!

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