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Tuesday, May 6, 2008 2:00 AM
Mondays.

MONDAYS


suck more than ever... Especially... if you have


a



KILLER



MY GRANNY..






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it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song

lover.
I was a troubled teen who put adverts in a magazine to the annoyance of my imaginary lover. haha, not really (:

songs.
link link link link link link

crash.
tagboard.

credits.
+++hangup.
++xstacy.
+lyrics.