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Maya Hanson (mye3)


All My Destinies


They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
I’ll never see them
They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
All my destinies

Run around living a fantasy
Not knowing what’s to come
Praise isn't going to bring us closer
It’s love that will
bring me down

They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
I’ll never see them
They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
All my destinies

Make two strokes
Put out the fire
Why is it so easy?
Take two steps
Call my name
What other way is there
to get there?

They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
I’ll never see them
They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
All my destinies

I won’t despair
I know I’ll get there
Oh, all the memories
Why do I have to hide them
Oh, all the promises
Why do I have to lie?

They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
I’ll never see them
They’ll never come out
Come out, come out
They’ll never come out
All my destinies

Submitted: Thursday, December 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013
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