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06-08-2004, 03:47 PM
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06-08-2004, 05:55 PM
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06-08-2004, 06:05 PM
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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06-08-2004, 06:05 PM
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lol had I made it down to London I doubt even you could understand half of what i'm saying.
I'm alot less eloquent in person  V fight or talk it over?
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06-08-2004, 06:26 PM
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06-08-2004, 06:28 PM
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extreme ideas or beliefs? nah, I am not exactly an extremist, though I really really would like to leave all this shit behind and live as a hippy in a little cottage on an island. Without any material possessions
  Mel Gibson or Kurt Russell????????
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Why won’t you say something now Don’t leave me hanging Cut me down I miss the fire that was once in your eyes Well come on and say something now
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06-09-2004, 11:04 AM
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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06-09-2004, 11:33 AM
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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