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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
June 18th 2013, 02:49 AM
"Whimsical" by Days of the New
Subjected to your mother of nature
Limited to the color of your eyes
Drained by the one you call your lover
She don't care if you live or die
The neon burns a hole in the night, and the Freon burns a hole in the sky.
You can find my kind living right on the fault line, eyes on the seaside, lives on the B-side, kites on the power lines.
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