The harmony of chaos gets lost
Like no strings on guitars Yo pulse can be found in flames of true hearts Out backdrops have no sounds, but there are Destinations in our towns, our homes And definition in our crowns The trash is just a mask to cover up our past So what you see is not what you get But if you care, take a risk
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