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emily branstone @ gyremods. [15 Nov 2010|12:11am] Worms don't dance; they haven't got the balls. No matter how do you do — it's just you do that's all. You got what it takes to knock at my door. You wanna get all excited, never been here before, And now I'm your apple-eating heathen, the original sin. Well, you ain't got my faith, so best keep your belief. I have waited for ever to love someone. I swear I heard you thank your God for ( having me come along. ) post comment

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