Open those eyes, wake from peace. Open those eyes, wake form peace. Orders are some favorite color. "Same old same old" is their battle cry. Why don't we keep searching, searching for a new flavor? Our hearts have become routine. Our hearts have
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August Burns Red Your Little Suburbia Is in Ruins歌词
August Burns Red Speech Impediment歌词
Your due date is up. Don't make comments on irrelevant subjects. There is a man who seeks his own happiness, and his smile is warmer than five of yours. You keep singing to a tasteless song. He whistles to a song of hope. A night of foolish chatter i