Isn't it strange, how little we change...
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Isn't it sad we're insane?
Playing the games that we know end in tears...
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The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands of years...
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And if you survive till five thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in
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People pressing on might say
It's something that I hate to say
I'm slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on my brain
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And all I've got to say to you is good-bye
It's time to go, better run, it's good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye...

jap...zbrisal sam blog...gone forever...nema vise...kapiši?..ljudi...nije sve u komentarima...bas me zanima kad i tko bu prvi skuzil...heh.....

sincerely...
Braindamaged