(click the box to listen to the song)
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What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another on of your plays?
You’re the pretender.
What if I say I will never surrender?
In time our soul untold
I am just another soul for sale.
The page is out of print
We are not permanent.
We’re temporary, temporary,
Same old story.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, Mr. Wayne.” Nightwing announced confidently, carefully guiding Tim’s head to rest on his shoulder. “I’m here, Tim.” He whispered.
~Happy Fathers Day
