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I’ve Found That Certain One,
The One I Knew I Wanted.
Traded-In My Blood And Time,
But Now I’m Stuck In Traffic.
I See The Back- It Says,
Punk-Rock And Living Dead.
I Got My Dream, My Purpose,
I Got A Mystery Tonight.
She’s In A Secret World
In Which She’d Never Make It.
And All The Hate She Knows Grows Telekenetic.
We Know The Story Though, Replayed And Retold.
Forgot To Dream On Pu...
Sunday 19th May 2019 4:35 am
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