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Fashion

1. You say the most awe-full things. You say things. And if that's not troublesome enough You really put your guts into it When you say: "If you want me to dance I have to be able to hear your beat" That strange flight I don't make music for dancing I make music so the dancer and the dance are impossible. 2. The ears attached The you can only say one thing when dancing is impossible The thing is: "I want you to give it to me, Anyway you want" Standing on the ground in a bedroom open-ended hair, shooting out like rays I can't tell if I lied or not about dancing.
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freds-not-dead
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Mar 27, 2011
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