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Ann Beretta The Other Side Of The Coin

I sit here alone on another cold day and i look to my plate and I hope and I pray as I sink I fall to the bottle again - it cuts to the quick and it

This house of glass is not my home anymore, the ties that bind won't break us So Break out fast and don't look back hit the rails and fall down fast -

Break the mold from where we're made cast no stones and to this day it bowls me over bound and blind by the lies, empty hands, empty minds it brings

lately But I know that you have just changed the same it's bitter tongues to the bitter end i'll never see my home again So leave me on the side of the