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- 11:57 am
"Revenge is a dish best served using a rubber band. And a few rocks."
11:57 am"Revenge is a dish best served using a rubber band. And a few rocks."
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- 09:52 pm
"Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony / everything's going wrong and we're so happy"
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- 07:42 am
"Tonight we light the fires/call our ships to port/tonight we walk on water/tomorrow we'll be gone"
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- 09:41 am
"Miller take me, miller grind me / scatter my bones on the wild green tide"
09:41 am"Miller take me, miller grind me / scatter my bones on the wild green tide"
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- 09:57 am
"Ashes to beauty, rust in lust / passion attempts, misguided trust"
09:57 am"Ashes to beauty, rust in lust / passion attempts, misguided trust"
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- 09:23 am
"Aoi sora no tsuki no you ni, hakanasa daite / te o nobashitai" *
09:23 am"Aoi sora no tsuki no you ni, hakanasa daite / te o nobashitai" *
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- 01:08 pm
"And all will turn / to silver glass / a light on the water / grey ships pass / into the West"
01:08 pm"And all will turn / to silver glass / a light on the water / grey ships pass / into the West"
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