"I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,..."I Dread The Time Your Mouth Beings To Call Me Hunt
"I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,..."Letter Of Intent
"you break down systematically when everything is black and
white and red Is up for living enough to sleep at night?
you must be tired now from days and nights of growing old,
I'll mark this down as one and call it moving on...."|
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