AND ONE DAY
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lets get this thread to 69 pages
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CLOSER TO DEATH!
every year is getting shorter
never seem to find the time
and friends like me who come to walk
a half a plate of smithered rinds
hanging on in quiet desperation
is the English way
the time has come
the song is over
thought i'd something more to say
(back into a reprise of 'breathe')
home
home again
i like to be here
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