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I've traded all my tomorrow's, the devil can dance to the rhythm of my symphony of my future I didn't buy any yesterday's I bought a moment of sound I bought the cold from the speaker, that hits in my neck and races down my arm.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
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I've traded all my tomorrow's, the devil can dance to the rhythm of my symphony of my future I didn't buy any yesterday's I bought a moment of sound I bought the cold from the speaker, that hits in my neck and races down my arm.
jake-meizell
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
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