Misery Over Dispute Lyrics

We've heard this summer it dust on.
Run fast with you in the dust in the.
We're so and a pass on the street tonight,
Then we are the children defeat you.

If I clean the sore and back
I left only enough to accept to know.
These smiles left suffer your eyes and turn,
Death with a dragging the timeline.
Choose misery over dispute.
I'm disputing,
Walked on eggshells
Just to choose misery over dispute,
Choose misery over dispute.

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