Дневник Inhuman_Perfection
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Четверг, 15 Декабря 2005 г. 00:48
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'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
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