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you could never figure out what peoples real motives were I know something happened down south but it's the same everwhere weakness is hated and failure is feared hurt yes I know that you hurt drugged up and outlucked when I arrive you wave a phonebook at me claiming that it's a deathlist but there was a time it was a bible lost off course I'm lost like you these times are vile and we're not wanted smiles are mechanical and handshakes are deathrattles there are so many ways out so few back in but it's people like us that make otherwise boring lives a little bit interesting but it's people like us that make otherwise boring lives a little bit interesting From Letras Mania