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[CENTER]This is my personal hell,
And I'm welcome to stay
To repay mistakes never made
And to give my broken wings away.

They say it's far to late for me to fly,
That I can't ride along the clouds,
The sun and the sky.

The Cerberus is deaf and blind,
And so is the keeper,
But their fangs will still find
My heart and keep her.

Am I homeless or is this home?
Am I lifeless or never

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