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Dust
Like dust in the wind
everything always goes away
all the light in the world
in the end all fade to gray
loves corroded and torn apart
as dreams and hopes decay
and ytou'll look to the unmerciful skies
cuz these are the days
life is but a game
but the conclusion remains the same
and nothings promised but death
until u run out of breath
is there sometihng more
is there a god,cuiz i dont know for sure
