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In the erie irony of a cold, cold world run by indifference itself those who care the most mopping after weak dripping toast get burned by the absence of a flame in their room or a dog to lick their own sores seek to keep fevers down under down, under down, under down
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Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
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In the erie irony of a cold, cold world run by indifference itself those who care the most mopping after weak dripping toast get burned by the absence of a flame in their room or a dog to lick their own sores seek to keep fevers down under down, under down, under down
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Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
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