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Someday it'll all fall in place. Someday the days will shine like my dreams told me, Someday I'll be over land and skies, Someday I'll jump over the ledge without my face on ground, Someday my wings will open up, Someday it'll all fall in place, Someday it'll all make sense. Someday I'll rest over the mountains, Someday there'll be no pain, Someday it won't matter to me, Someday they won't question me, Someday I won't bleed, Someday I won't cry. Till then, let me be weak, let me fall again, till then let me cry, till then scar me as you want, till then let them call me crazy, till then let me not see the truth, till then just let me be mine, till then let nobody touch my world, till then let nobody see my scars. I know Someday it'll all fall in place, Someday the days will shine; I’ll be over lands and skies, and Someday it'll all fall in place.........Someday and at someplace.



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