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A wind that blows through closed windows is felt but doesn't move a thing. I stepped out in the storm, the lightning didn't hit so i guess tomorrow's comin after all. we use words that only Germans understand to describe journeys we will never take. so now let's do the things we're never done before. we'll finally get passports. we'll go to the airport and get our ***** finally outta here. so just go. don't even tell them so. just go. send a postcard when ya get there.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
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A wind that blows through closed windows is felt but doesn't move a thing. I stepped out in the storm, the lightning didn't hit so i guess tomorrow's comin after all. we use words that only Germans understand to describe journeys we will never take. so now let's do the things we're never done before. we'll finally get passports. we'll go to the airport and get our ***** finally outta here. so just go. don't even tell them so. just go. send a postcard when ya get there.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
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