Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Runners
There's nothing left for us here,
Except the wind, and the
Fat black raindrops.
We can't run any further,
Why were we kidding ourselves
When we thought we could?
August 11, 2005
Suge
Except the wind, and the
Fat black raindrops.
We can't run any further,
Why were we kidding ourselves
When we thought we could?
August 11, 2005
Suge
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