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when you left to Paris I replaced you with a cat and named it after you

Sunday, December 13, 2009

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Nothing can take away this pain in my heart
But your blood on my hands
Well at least it's a start
Posted by c at 2:15 AM
Labels: frank fucking iero, leathermouth, lyrical genius

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