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I'm starting, to be able to see, I'll map it out, I'll get back to you next week. Do you Believe in me? Or am I just a ghost We'll wait around to see Were you, really conceived? Or just some accident, Marketed history. These walls, they're calm and cold Whiskey wore them down now, And I'm slurring their notes. Oh I'm calm and cold now, And I'm slurring my notes Oh I'm calm and cold now, And I'm slurring my notes
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
I slur my Speech
I'm starting, to be able to see, I'll map it out, I'll get back to you next week. Do you Believe in me? Or am I just a ghost We'll wait around to see Were you, really conceived? Or just some accident, Marketed history. These walls, they're calm and cold Whiskey wore them down now, And I'm slurring their notes. Oh I'm calm and cold now, And I'm slurring my notes Oh I'm calm and cold now, And I'm slurring my notes
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
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