PLAY KIND OF LIKE SPITTING Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut Shop In Jersey video
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Our savior`s fallen ill, and he won`t get up
We`ve cast away our stones, why won`t he get up?
So unawake with you, you let me drive your car
You let me break your heart and still not want to give up
So now the only time I get to see you smile
Is in the darkest rooms with the brownest tiles
And to hear you laugh is a sweet refrain
So sick with joy, I`m the perfect boy
Our savior`s fallen ill, but here`s a souvenir
Another saint to pierce against your bedroom wall
It says you can`t give up and that you won`t wake up
Until you close your eyes and lay down
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