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Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 16, 2007
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Isolated in the boards and buses, the cry
of comprehension in your pitch black eye.
Falling through the cracks, sighing, I only live
to find the ghost that I might love. I give
everything and nothing to this flawed system
and amongst the reds and blues I am what I am.
Stuck in the corner of games and ladders, my
story is pure mystery in a pitch black eye.
of comprehension in your pitch black eye.
Falling through the cracks, sighing, I only live
to find the ghost that I might love. I give
everything and nothing to this flawed system
and amongst the reds and blues I am what I am.
Stuck in the corner of games and ladders, my
story is pure mystery in a pitch black eye.
