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in the end it comes down to wasted time long nights sweet whispers soft lips it all comes down stop throwing logs in and the fire might go out
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
as the flames lick your flesh
in the end it comes down to wasted time long nights sweet whispers soft lips it all comes down stop throwing logs in and the fire might go out
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
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