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BIANCA FALAGUERRA → bianca; I met you at the barricade, It's fever pitch where the crowd had gathered, You said the bow was breaking, You want to get some coffee or something then? Float by the crowd that scatters, I found my people and nothing else matters, Bullhorns feed back in the stormy skies, No one listens but it's so hot when you try.
'Cuz you've got a taste for danger, It turns you on, Just take a look in your face, I know whats going on, You like the taste of danger.
Tiptoe through the riots, Vandals laced and braced for action, No sense, no consequence, You're a green stick fracture, Bounce back at you.
'Cuz you've got a taste for danger Bring it on Just take a look in your face I know what's going on You've got a taste for danger
Beggars stare at the brand new sneakers On the anarchists and celebrity speakers, These improbable days my friends, Tomorrow's mundane, All good things must end. » profile codes » wiki page » condemnations » mun journal » muse journal |
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