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Oct 2014
Quiet Existence
Silent nobodies
Hidden in our rooms
Time passed on
Turning yellow to blue
Concrete surroundings spell out curses
The cold torment of our tomb
Adam Jones
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Adam Jones  Bumfuck, Misery
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