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Anonymous
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
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>> Anonymous
wat

Also 18-1.. I think..
>> Anonymous
i lol'd
>> Anonymous
he's cheating with the angels now. : (
>> Anonymous
>This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
>brings me to my knees
>my knees
>> Anonymous
You guys act like his broke his neck or something.
>> Anonymous
>>323020
HAH