January 2011
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“…to build our bed as high as jack’s bold beanstalk; lie and love till sharp scythe hacks away our rationed days and weeks. Then jet the blue tent topple, stars rain down, and god or void appall us till we drown in our own tears: today we start to pay the piper with each breath, yet love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus...
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After Hours - We Are Scientists
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Godless Brother in Love - Iron & Wine
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The Swimming Song - Vetiver
I'm screaming out for a second try
said goodbye to my best friend. sometimes theres no one left to tell you the truth
"Just give me moments, not hours or days"
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For You, and Your Denial - Yellowcard
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