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Stab your hand, right into my chest and pull out my heart, it's for you, but i'm too much of a coward to extract it myself. When you're done ******* this whole city I'll let you know i love you Becasuse I don't think its true, not just yet. In this desert I'm suffereing and tomorrow it will rain, Tomorrow never comes. My feet never follwed the wrong crowd. Sit and bow our silly heads forgive ourselves for never living But I really want you to know I love you.
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Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
Nonsense.
Stab your hand, right into my chest and pull out my heart, it's for you, but i'm too much of a coward to extract it myself. When you're done ******* this whole city I'll let you know i love you Becasuse I don't think its true, not just yet. In this desert I'm suffereing and tomorrow it will rain, Tomorrow never comes. My feet never follwed the wrong crowd. Sit and bow our silly heads forgive ourselves for never living But I really want you to know I love you.
I'm too tired to make sense.
madsline
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Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
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