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I can't believe my own voracity I sit here trying to think of something worthwhile to say Black holes gut the universe Sometimes, it's hard to feel alright When we're running out of time And I'll never be that young again I don't think I'll wake up I...
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
The Silent Vanity and The Howling Vortices
I can't believe my own voracity I sit here trying to think of something worthwhile to say Black holes gut the universe Sometimes, it's hard to feel alright When we're running out of time And I'll never be that young again I don't think I'll wake up I...
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
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