To leave you there by yourself chained to fate

This is the time. The time was now. And now is then. This was the time.	A once noble nation reduced to a corpse in armor	Fate, made to fade	Old Ball and Chain
I must die or be better	I'll become what you became to me	live	Many of me, laid end to end, would never reach the moon
I am my father's daughter	Warriors of Fate	Appearance and Reality	Year of the Rabbit
I wanted to touch him so badly that it made my fingertips burn	you can only make me dizzy if you're spinning me in leaves or snowflakes	walking puts you in charge of your own destiny	Like mother, like daughter
college bubble	Redneck Riviera	Don't feel comfortable with girls? Have a daughter.	frog gigging
For a boat of white bone, and we three	Shine, Perishing Republic	Folsom Prison Blues	beautiful light and inescapable gravity

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