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[May. 23rd, 2014|
02:30 pm
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longing, you tell me life for you is bliss
so strange, oh a bottle of piss
no one to satisfy, no one will realize
sex is the disease
birds flew over me
over me, gave me visions
of the end of the world
the end of our world
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