I don't think I've been here for the past 15 yrs. I'll see y'all later. All of every relation, I'm gone and I'll think of you often, some more than others, many, less then all.
The Justice In Numbers
Cords and Cradles and Bed Posts and Cells
Oh My God, What have you left
A criminal and his cigarettes, a shop keep and his
hose
a shame, a shame they'll
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