« Reply #297 on: May 5, 2011, 01:05:52 PM »

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I smell, smoke, that comes, from a gun, named extinction,
It was a long time ago, could have happened to anyone,
was struck, by a bullet, and melted, into fluid, named extinction,
thousand miles per hour, im just like anyone,
i want to feel the road of tar beneath the weel, named extinction