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Jan 2010
we are going straight to hell
that's what she said
we are saving a regret
to keep us cold along the road

"are we going to a party?"
i never understood her fret
but i took my coat and hat
and drank my final round

she didn't even try to answer
she just went for the door
as i looked wryly at the floor
"we are going straight to hell!"
Written by
Rostislav Raykov
700
   JJ Hutton
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