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Written by burak
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Friday, 15 June 2007 |
Fix my new memory with a cold naked stare, chew up the words but with floods beware
Fondness can escalate beyond my repair, chance is the fiction will orchestrate despair
Again, these hands blow dry but I can handle it again, these words collide but I can handle
Happiness is coated in a mindless kicking, let's fall apart, get up high and leave
Again, these hands blow dry but I can handle it again, these words collide but I can handle
Kill your bizarre mindset, fuckhead, soldered to a three-layered concrete brainwave castration
Walking backwards home with you
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