Sunday 4 April 2010

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lets grow old together and die at the same time
losing everything is like the sun going down on me
the more you feel the less you know, some pray for the others steal, blessings are not for those who kneel... luckily?
your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones turn into something beautiful
you arnt even here and your constantly in my thoughts, whats wrong with me?
have heart my dear and we will run for our lives
after all we have travelled so far, we set the fire to the third bar

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