Monday, 31 January 2011

If there's a rocket, tie me to it.

A fire, a fire
You can only take what you can carry
Your pulse, your pulse,
It's the only thing I can remember...
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I break, you don't,
I was always set to self destruct though,
A fire, a fire,
Cracks and barks like primal music.
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I said I knew the beat, because it matched your own beat.

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