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Jan 2014
Blood pumping
senses pulling
anger trying to party
the need to fight for survival
bass banging in your ear
grab your weapons
your salt
your silver
and **** the monsters
the ones that aren't under your bed
it's like a seven nation army out there
and i'm gonna rip it down
supernaturalcutie
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supernaturalcutie
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