January
February 2011
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LOVE mitt liv just nu.*
what you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya Throw my hand on the blade for ya I'd jump in front of a train for ya I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain
I learned to live half alive And now you want me one more time And who do you think you are Running 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You're gonna catch a cold
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