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9 February 2010
Come doused in Mud, soaked in Bleach, as I want you to be. As a trend, as a friend, as an old Memory ahhh. Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh. And I swear that I don't have a gun No, I don't have a
We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh
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