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Funeral For A Friend I Am The Arsonist

For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple

place For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple

place For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple

For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple