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day dreaming, there's music in my head steps match the beat of the drums a conductor in a grand orchestra woken by the nightmare of your face blood and oil pool the street run and hide she says there's no time to beg run and hide she says there's no time to plead reflection of that knife caught deep in the bone last chance to say no break through the bricks never look back again better run he says there's no need to beg run home quick he says the dogs are out tonight.
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Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
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day dreaming, there's music in my head steps match the beat of the drums a conductor in a grand orchestra woken by the nightmare of your face blood and oil pool the street run and hide she says there's no time to beg run and hide she says there's no time to plead reflection of that knife caught deep in the bone last chance to say no break through the bricks never look back again better run he says there's no need to beg run home quick he says the dogs are out tonight.
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ginny-vollor
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
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