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Empty century
Stay with me boy we gonna
run tonight
like flies do run
burning after touching the light bulb
stay with me, 'cause it's an empty and sad little century
i might have tears in my eyes
but i don't wanna see
just don't want to see
Right on time
pain arrived
why would we
stroll apart?
Walk with me now we never
had any time
it...
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:36 pm
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