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Friday 15 February 2008 photo 4/10
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Keep holdin on, When my brains tickin like a bomb. Cuts the black, Cocks the gun. Up in to get me. Sweet bitter words, Unlike nothing I have heard. Sing along mocking bird, You don't effect me. That’s right, Deliver it to my heart. Please try, And deliver it. Wait, I’m coming undone. Irate, I’m coming undone. Too late, I’m coming undone. What looks so strong so delicate? Wait, I’m starting to suffocate. And soon I anticipate, I’m coming undone. What looks so strong so delicate? Choke, choke again. I thought my demons were my friends. Pity me. In the end, They're out to get me. Since I was young, I tasted sorrow on my tongue. And this sweet jerky gun, Does not protect me. That’s right, Trigger between my eyes. Please try, Make it click now. Wait, I’m coming undone Irate, I’m coming undone Too late, I’m coming undone What looks so strong so delicate? Wait, I’m starting to suffocate. And soon I anticipate, I’m coming undone. What looks so strong so delicate? I’m trying to hold it together, And it’s like I’m never better. Looks like I’m not getting better. Not getting better. Wait, I’m coming undone. Irate, I’m coming undone Too late, I’m coming undone What looks so strong so delicate? Wait, I’m starting to suffocate. And soon I anticipate, I’m coming undone. What looks so strong so delicate?
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