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Cliche, twisting the bolts off- And on, see the signal at dawn- Furthermore the light- Open wide, Telescopic sight, You're the knuckles I use to punch, I win every fight- You hide, I seek the answers- Well I've always had a hunch- We lie, we lie You're just another, And so am I
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
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Cliche, twisting the bolts off- And on, see the signal at dawn- Furthermore the light- Open wide, Telescopic sight, You're the knuckles I use to punch, I win every fight- You hide, I seek the answers- Well I've always had a hunch- We lie, we lie You're just another, And so am I
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kristen-zarrelli
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
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