i stood here with you going different ways 5000 miles and 7 long days at the crossroads i took my head out of my hands and looked toward the sands i was broke and spittin, left transmittin just another dying love and the sands of this desert become agitated they raise up in a tidal wave and then crash down i crossed into the land of milk and honey and this made me realize aint nothing all that funny and i saw him at the crossroads the light changed i felt my mind snap and myself become deranged.Birth sign: Aries
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