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Jun. 10th, 2005 03:17 pmI can feel no sense of measure.
No illusions that we face.
Vestiges of man's pleasures.
Breaking down the dreams we make... real.
Christ I want to go home.
No illusions that we face.
Vestiges of man's pleasures.
Breaking down the dreams we make... real.
Christ I want to go home.