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well you got your endurance make sure that its working stay a little longer show her your worth it a list of understandings and arguements is inside, while every hip girl i know these days likes Suicide. i was beat with an elder stick crooking my neck, but i grew with it in Southern California, where we're all cheering for ya. there's always fog at this height with all the ghosts you swear you'd need the ones condeming who you'll be, i'll be the one setting the free but you can't tell them from me. break yourself it won't hurt a bit even always cold, you're never used to it and, oh, the winter is for ya to help you adore her but i miss your understanding and all was had was this time, you told me everything that i believe will save me tonight. Aus Songtexte Mania