well i've finally come to claim my space, finally gonna denounce the last long days
finally gonna finish the book, finally gonna face the truth
danow danow danow
will you respect me in the face i'm in, respect me in the freedom game
danow danow danow
i don't want to follow you with your red hot blood body babay
danow danow danow
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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