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The value of a summer spent - and a winter earned.
And in the end, everything we do - is just everything we've done.
I'd die right next to you, in the end.
Bad place, in my mind.
Is that space, you call mine?
Bad place, in my mind.
Is that space, that you call mine?
I won't let you, walk away. Without hearing, what I have to say.
Remember, you're a wreck, and accident. Forget the freak, you're just nature. Keep the gun oiled, and the temple clean, shit, snort, blaspheme, let the heads cool and the engine run, 'cause in the end, everything we do... is just everything we've done.
Annons