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Tuesday 6 March 2007 photo 15/45
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- I am an arms dealer, Fitting you with weapons in the form of words. And don't really care which side wins, As long as the room keeps singing. That's just the business I'm in. This ain't a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race. This ain't a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race. This ain't a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race. I'm not a shoulder to cry on, But, I digress. I'm a leading man, And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. Oh-so intricate. I'm a leading man, And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. Oh-so intricate, yeah. I wrote the gospel on giving up. (You look pretty sinking,) But the real bombshells have already sunk. (Prima-donnas of the gutter.) At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. Crashing not like hips or hearts, No, more like p-p-p-parties. - Våran låt ^^
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