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Time to queue up in the line again. One more moment of wasted time, is wasting mine away. We've got too much time or not enough. Remember how to breathe. Once your chest rises gravity takes over, we're not a beat away from the fire. We could be two beats until, We've got just enough time to spend. Not enough time to waste. Just enough to make it last, until the music fades. There's too much time or not enough. Don't forget how to breathe. Once your chest rises gravity takes over. We are one heart beat away. Just enough time, just enough.
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Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Time to queue up in the line again. One more moment of wasted time, is wasting mine away. We've got too much time or not enough. Remember how to breathe. Once your chest rises gravity takes over, we're not a beat away from the fire. We could be two beats until, We've got just enough time to spend. Not enough time to waste. Just enough to make it last, until the music fades. There's too much time or not enough. Don't forget how to breathe. Once your chest rises gravity takes over. We are one heart beat away. Just enough time, just enough.
(c) KC Hoye 2010 cargohold.blogspot.com
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Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
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