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more scars than stories, more guts than glory. thanks to the reaper's trusty scythe we carved ourselves a counterfeit life. cold like the winter, strong like the rain, stickin' out the summer, we smile through the pain. so dish it out, i can take it and if i can't, i can fake it. don't you move, or i'll pull this trigger; i may not be fast, but you're small and i'm bigger. if you can't do it, it can't be done. i won't change for anyone. s.h.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
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more scars than stories, more guts than glory. thanks to the reaper's trusty scythe we carved ourselves a counterfeit life. cold like the winter, strong like the rain, stickin' out the summer, we smile through the pain. so dish it out, i can take it and if i can't, i can fake it. don't you move, or i'll pull this trigger; i may not be fast, but you're small and i'm bigger. if you can't do it, it can't be done. i won't change for anyone. s.h.
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Sep 8, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
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