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The chain that binds me, Binds me to a black leather chair, Tortures me with views of the outside, Tortures me with centralized air.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
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The chain that binds me, Binds me to a black leather chair, Tortures me with views of the outside, Tortures me with centralized air.
andre-baez
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
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