Four Your Home Town : That's Better, for now. I've gotta find my cribsheet.

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Thursday, June 23, 2005

That's Better, for now. I've gotta find my cribsheet.

Blood runnin' down the thighs of the city. Death comes out at night. Your palace becomes your prison, you've got yourself locked in tight. True love; New love Now it's all about you, love. I knew love; It was a true love Can't nothin' but feel blue love. The neon lights are calling you, The streets... Sign in to see full entry.

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