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			<title>Sweet Threads</title>
			<description>You either reap what you sow or damage your soulThread the needle with fibers that bind before you sewRip apart the fabric that we&amp;rsquo;re all cut fromClothe your mind with with an ensemble that is the sum of All the threads of pain and joy that stitch us together as one Knit a kind cloth..</description>
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			<title>We Were Made to Breathe</title>
			<description>At the end of the day the most faithful question always remainsOur wayward minds scale mountains to findThe pinnacle of truth and timeAlas! With a gasp, as always when reason comes to passIn our minds we can see why it is we're made to beWhy our running feet kick up clouds of dirtWhy hatred masks lo..</description>
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			<title>Tides of War</title>
			<description>Look at the war you've begunWaging battles all in the name of funYour ship sank long agoHope, love and faith all aboardThe wise tide washed your body ashoreYour lips breathed the words &quot;I want more&quot;&amp;nbsp;Gather up your demons and rageSpeak of freedom from the view of your cageSet sail again only to ..</description>
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			<title>Empty Shots</title>
			<description>Weave a beat and let leak a drop of truth most sacred to youWatch the pain circle the drainAnd as for your flask- don't even askThe liquor is your trigger and firing that gun is no funYou shoot into the dark, missing your markReload only to forebodeThat the next round is all you foundThat last shot ..</description>
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