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It was an awful mistake; all the ties that you've frayed, they get weaker now every week. And I want you to taste all the words that you hate. How do they feel on the tip of your tongue? Let's correlate; place ambition with faith. Let's make everything go our way. I'll get this down; I'll make this triangle round. We come full circle anyway.
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Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
The **** Up
It was an awful mistake; all the ties that you've frayed, they get weaker now every week. And I want you to taste all the words that you hate. How do they feel on the tip of your tongue? Let's correlate; place ambition with faith. Let's make everything go our way. I'll get this down; I'll make this triangle round. We come full circle anyway.
NBURNS 2010
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Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
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