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Cellar door cell door Sell my soul just a little more ***** for a cellar that holds nothing but an empty, empty nothing nothing but nonsense sense sense My cents, two cents lined up on the door lined up Coked up, on the mirror let me disappear behind the cellar cellar door
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Cellar Door
Cellar door cell door Sell my soul just a little more ***** for a cellar that holds nothing but an empty, empty nothing nothing but nonsense sense sense My cents, two cents lined up on the door lined up Coked up, on the mirror let me disappear behind the cellar cellar door
© Daniel Magner 2012
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
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