Sunday 28 September 2008 photo 1/2
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Im under pressure, I will not make it out alive.
See, I am rapped around your finger and I am digging in the dirt.
I am so deep in to this shit that I can taste the earth.
Cause you run me in cirkles and I am running out of breath.
But you aint going to stop until there is nothing there.
Don't bring flowers after I am dead.
See, I am rapped around your finger and I am digging in the dirt.
I am so deep in to this shit that I can taste the earth.
Cause you run me in cirkles and I am running out of breath.
But you aint going to stop until there is nothing there.
Don't bring flowers after I am dead.
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