GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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We are adrift without direction in a raging storm on a calm sea, clinging to our expectations to stem the tide of destiny.


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“A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder, a lump in my throat, the size of a boulder, the chill up my spine can't get any colder, and you wonder why I can't smile.”
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