| they_call_me | ||
| the other loser |
what a game we seem to play with nouns and adjectives giving one and then another each and every day hurt's the force that drives our motives makes the clock inside us tick what a wear'some path to tread to make this hurt, like a disese, spread is what they called me |
050421 |
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| tombe_seul |
heatmiser, whatever i touch starts to melt in my clutch i'm too much... da dumm dum dum... |
050422 |
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| oren | Mister_Tibbs! | 100331 |