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...I think I willl keep it til the end of time Melted and tainted three days of mourning under the dead sun Let it bleed but never choke Slowly fade or enjoy an old beat It's never too late ...is it? The rivers ain't dry so as the cry All is well... maybe Was never cared but all the things that I keep inside ruined my best disguise...
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
Bones Under the Bed
...I think I willl keep it til the end of time Melted and tainted three days of mourning under the dead sun Let it bleed but never choke Slowly fade or enjoy an old beat It's never too late ...is it? The rivers ain't dry so as the cry All is well... maybe Was never cared but all the things that I keep inside ruined my best disguise...
Mek Jul09
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
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