Step XVII
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I'm not to dead to laugh.
I'm not to proud to cry.
Lately I just can't find the reasons why.
I could fall, so I'll pretend to fly.
Echoes now calling in the words gone by.
I just wait, I don't have the time.
All the people I pretend to find
can't really play
but I'll never say
that this is all I've got.
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