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In a few years I will be a Marine.
A fighting, shooting, killing machine. -
The clocks are webs
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Wicked little games we play
Always look the other way -
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Back then I couldn't tell you / which way my wind blows. / It goes through the cemetary / and up the mausoleum rows. / What I do for a living / is deeper than simple strolls, / It will bring you aw
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So let me tell you about my profession
I profess that I must confess my obsessionby MissAnonymous 25 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 4 11:30 PM 2007. In job
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