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A pulse is something you can put your finger on, but an impulse is something you go on, an idea that takes you from here, I was there once on the off chance that here was a chance but in the end there was no chance, I take no risks, my finger's always on the trigger, safety off. We have to be and play safe this is no place for kitty cats or scaredy cats that's as plain as day. Some breathe fear and some breathe fire I do neither, ice folds itself in and my skin is **** frost nor am I lost or found and the only sound is you telling me another crossword clue the answer is in five letters counting down from now finger trigger some things are bigger than the moment.
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
The minute waltz
A pulse is something you can put your finger on, but an impulse is something you go on, an idea that takes you from here, I was there once on the off chance that here was a chance but in the end there was no chance, I take no risks, my finger's always on the trigger, safety off. We have to be and play safe this is no place for kitty cats or scaredy cats that's as plain as day. Some breathe fear and some breathe fire I do neither, ice folds itself in and my skin is **** frost nor am I lost or found and the only sound is you telling me another crossword clue the answer is in five letters counting down from now finger trigger some things are bigger than the moment.
john-edward-smallshaw
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john-edward-smallshaw
70/English
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
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