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there is no inner turmoil of man against the machine in the mind of vermilion stellan crane; there is only the opulence overflowing from well-trained tongue, there is only the gleam of the latest purification, there is only the eternal question: is he really the heir apparent to his mother’s enterprise?
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Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away, Where innocences burned, in flames, A million miles from home, I’m walking ahead I’m frozen to the bones
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This world is gonna burn, burn burn burn As long as we’re going down, Baby you should stick around Baby you should stick around ~ ♪
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and I’m so damn scared of dying without you
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