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Childhood trauma turns to teenage stigmata, The **** hit the fan and I'm banned from nirvana. Paradise is out of sight, that's the basic gist Despite the broadcast of the sadist televangelists. The fables of premium cable, channel six hundred sixty six. Gone are Heaven and Hell to quell the existential fix. There is no moral right, my solitary gaurantee Bliss is a smoke and mirror trick, there'll always be a fee.
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Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
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Childhood trauma turns to teenage stigmata, The **** hit the fan and I'm banned from nirvana. Paradise is out of sight, that's the basic gist Despite the broadcast of the sadist televangelists. The fables of premium cable, channel six hundred sixty six. Gone are Heaven and Hell to quell the existential fix. There is no moral right, my solitary gaurantee Bliss is a smoke and mirror trick, there'll always be a fee.
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Mar 23, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
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