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who cares! i never use this thing... always on facebook or myspace. this shit brings me back.
you're a gallon away from drowning yourself, but i don't mind. it's what makes you you. and you're a flame's lick away from burning yourself. but we're not scared, you always bounce back. promise me that if we both die violently, then the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony. and i'm a mile away from never turning around and living my life rolling on gas fumes. and i'm a second away from the record time. four days spent waiting in line. so bury me with my giant screen tv, it's the only thing that's been faithful to me. promise me, when we both die violently, that the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony. and promise me, if we both live in infamy that our statue will cast a shadow on our city.
you're a gallon away from drowning yourself, but i don't mind. it's what makes you you. and you're a flame's lick away from burning yourself. but we're not scared, you always bounce back. promise me that if we both die violently, then the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony. and i'm a mile away from never turning around and living my life rolling on gas fumes. and i'm a second away from the record time. four days spent waiting in line. so bury me with my giant screen tv, it's the only thing that's been faithful to me. promise me, when we both die violently, that the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony. and promise me, if we both live in infamy that our statue will cast a shadow on our city.