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Seven thousand miles away from home In a place of goldsoil and honeyfur She's holding Death in both hands No last words Just agony Seven thousand ways to die And she still can't decide Which one would hurt her parents less
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
European Summer
Seven thousand miles away from home In a place of goldsoil and honeyfur She's holding Death in both hands No last words Just agony Seven thousand ways to die And she still can't decide Which one would hurt her parents less
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
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