#736
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Everlasting nothingness
(listening to Motorcyle Emptiness haha.) |
#737
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Self-love in his mirrors
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#738
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she'd walk on broken glass for love
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#739
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Escape from our history, history
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#740
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You're just a wasted fuck
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#741
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Kill smokers through blind vanity
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#742
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You were what you were
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#743
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Either cloth caps or smack victims
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#744
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Such love, sweet stimulus
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#745
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Sun breaks and cloudbursts
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#746
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So serene, the world turns blue
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#747
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exposed to a truth we dont know
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#748
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We steal cars
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#749
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Sell out the past and learn to obey
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#750
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You fucking are
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