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people all grow up to die.

Whatever it is.
Whatever is was.
It\'s no memory my friend.

Time ripped us apart,
and then ripped out our hearts,
then cut off our tounges,
took the air from our lungs.


there will be no last scream
there will be no last scream.




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Publicerad 2007-11-13 13:47



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