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Caravels - Beer Pressure
Stifled dreams of mine, my claustrophobic mind. They get lost and never find their way to you. Words without a voice, our holy father’s choice. I want to be used, what good am I mute? I want you to yearn, I want my pages turned. I want to be used, to pledge myself to you. I won’t ever falter, no I’ll be forever your stubborn strength.