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It's just a red ticket with a stamp on it. People are willing to work for it all their life, Like merciless machines doing their job. Only for glories upon the top of the ivory tower. Flesh and blood can be easily knocked down The red ticket can make the so-called friendship cheap enough to be sold out as household items. How strong is the pledge of brotherhood? You lied to yourself only love is the best, Until she says "you can't give me happiness". You realize that there are too few chips in your hand and when you woke up to see how ridiculous the world is.
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Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
Who stole the money?
It's just a red ticket with a stamp on it. People are willing to work for it all their life, Like merciless machines doing their job. Only for glories upon the top of the ivory tower. Flesh and blood can be easily knocked down The red ticket can make the so-called friendship cheap enough to be sold out as household items. How strong is the pledge of brotherhood? You lied to yourself only love is the best, Until she says "you can't give me happiness". You realize that there are too few chips in your hand and when you woke up to see how ridiculous the world is.
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Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
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