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Afi - Miss Murder Hey, Miss Murder can I Hey, Miss Murder can I Make beauty stay if I Take my life? With just a look they shook, And heavens bowed before him. Simply a look can break your heart. The stars that pierced the sky He left them all behind We're left to wonder why He left us all behind Hey, Miss Murder can I Hey, Miss Murder can I Make beauty stay if I Take my life? Dreams of his crash won't pass Or how they all adored him Beauty will last when spiraled down The stars that mystify He left them all behind And now his children cry He left us all behind Hey, Miss Murder can I Hey, Miss Murder can I Make beauty stay if I Take my life? What's the rift that twists within this furthest mystery? I would gladly bet my life upon it At the cost of love your ray of light will fizzle out Without hope When the empty sand just flowing through our empty skin Ever searching for what we were promised Reaching for the golden ring never let go They won't ever let us lay our filthy hands upon it Hey, Miss Murder can I Hey, Miss Murder can I Make beauty stay if I Take my life? Hey, Miss Murder can I Hey, Miss Murder can I Make beauty stay if I Take my life?
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У тебя в дс ща какой ник?
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Привет.Давно не видел тебя! Те двд старс фактори 666 нужен?
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Глянь в аплоад наконец я смог залить!
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Ок я комп держу всегда врубленным!
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Showbread-Mouth like a Magazine Turning over in interrupted slumber, You ponder others, growing ever wakeful, You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom, To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful, Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read, Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need, So unhappy, yet so preoccupied, Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied. Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine. Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused, You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse, Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated, Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated, Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape, And all along an impulse lights at random in your face, Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies, Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized. Within the walls I hear all of its legs, There must be so many to carry it over our heads, Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down, And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound.
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//10.221.8.196
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Ну ок \\10.221.8.196 вот ссылочка!
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Ну вообще он мне безразличен.Но вообще я его тихо ненавижу!
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У меня не находит давай в дс лучше ты там сидишь и какой ник?
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Главное чтоб мозги вскрывало!
