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Dipping my fist into your turquoist eyes
a sound like a crashing car,
your cry has such a melody
such melancholy,
to see you go now.
This gun is your hair,
my hand is your comb,
let me brush your locks and kill em' all!
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My Music(grunge rock)
A part of this blue shit since June 24th, 2004
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