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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark...



    The quill from a buzzard, The blood writes the word



      I want to know am I the sky or a bird


    'Cause hell is boiling over and heaven is full



     We're chained to the world



                                      And we all gotta pull




                                   



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