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Angels in the cornfield
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you´re bracin´ my roots you´re breakin´ my chains thou my exhausted tenderness among the trees of impurity high above our minds and memories headless swooning unrelentingly loving ourselves
deep in heaven low under the ground
trying to catch the last final breath
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Počet úprav: 3, naposledy upravil(a) 'lumík', 23.07.2006 23:36.