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Feb 2014
You're right,
something in the air,
in the water,
the earth,
hell fire.

Didn't you hear me say?
I've always wanted to be a loser.

Its seems the rings that bend round my skin,
are holding the cold in,
a message from the strings,
oh I could tell you a thousand things.
glaze
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