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This pain could run into the triumph of my head burn and torment alas for the tune is worth a thousand pains sail on sweet pain curse me navigate endlessly through my hearing till the clouds crash till the bird songs shine extinguished till everything is eclipsed by great throws of nothing
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Earworm
This pain could run into the triumph of my head burn and torment alas for the tune is worth a thousand pains sail on sweet pain curse me navigate endlessly through my hearing till the clouds crash till the bird songs shine extinguished till everything is eclipsed by great throws of nothing
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
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