Stumbling along with rifle in hand.
Shoot!
There's confusion everywhere..
Shoot! Shoot!
The boy's dead - buried in sand.
Killed softly by my blank stare.
There is no returning from here.
I've chosen this road to take.
I'm marching on, fear or no fear.
Wished I could turn - Oh for Christ sake!
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What is there to discuss if there is no tagboard?
? there's nothing to discuss =P you can always leave comments.
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