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Kleptomania is my town, nobody comes out alive Regrets and Cigarettes The things you won't survive The color of the demon is what I can't explain but she has eyes of white if i had to tell the truth It's that you are right. But to this very day I can't find a lot of strangers, friends, anyone who ride the train of thought. Even if I took a trip down to the city strip where the windows break I couldn't make it half-way because i work my life away i won't give but i will take.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Kleptomania
Kleptomania is my town, nobody comes out alive Regrets and Cigarettes The things you won't survive The color of the demon is what I can't explain but she has eyes of white if i had to tell the truth It's that you are right. But to this very day I can't find a lot of strangers, friends, anyone who ride the train of thought. Even if I took a trip down to the city strip where the windows break I couldn't make it half-way because i work my life away i won't give but i will take.
Do you know the way to the oaks?
damien-murphy
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
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