slow death, by coby |
born dying but rush, rush, rush faster faster hurry up to die do this do that all in vain know this know that you're born dying if we're born to die than whats here to learn but the language what do you need to know live fun, love wild, die quick... |
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:06:23 UTC |
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