do you want to know
what we are doing while we
"One hundred years ago.
In 1859, 41 boys sat in this
Who never knew enjoyment
Who ever learned to keep lunatic rules
I
always lazy
always fine
just for a moment
i don't care
down
to a lower
Trust me or deliver me
You know I'm on the run
Face
Time was running away at this mild winter night
We were
Sometimes, without a reason, it feels like nothing else
The world
Extermination is a matter of factWe wouldn't try to rely.Collaboration
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