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Sep 2013
Do I look like
I care anymore
Whether she'd be worried?
We're about to die.
All of us.
I'm thinking of
Us here.
About our survival.
We're gonna disappear
We're going to,
And it's going to be
All her fault.
You want to die,
You go ahead.
Join her.
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Everybody
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Everybody  Wonderland
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