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Sep 2012
before we dive into sulphur
before we slash our wrists

let's pretend we gave a ****
let's pretend we gave a ****

'cause we're heading toward failure
we bequeathed our children

and snake pits
we left our fathers

but just one last time, for old time's sake
let's embrace
and forget we were ever here.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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