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Two Minutes To Midnight
so it's two minutes to midnight
two minutes to the final ding-dong
get your papers in order
make sure you fill in your leave form..
so it's two minutes to midnight
now is a fabulous time to start smoking again
will the world dive to into a fantasy fuck-fest
or will many people gas themselves in garden sheds..
so it's two minutes to midnight
which album will you put on
whose lips will...
Friday 26th January 2018 10:08 am
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