domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008

Right, wrong, what to do Someday it will come to you. Hostile Indians, We named a summer camp for you I've got nothing to say. I'm in utter dismay I've got nothing to say. Armless children, We named our soldiers after you. Don't be a coconut, God is trying to talk to you. We could drag it out, But that's for other bands to do.

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