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'1000 Miles An Hour Until The End'
"There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it."
"May be these are stranded words
For I cannot complain
And a riot at the sunset
Paints the colour of the rain
I built my days on consequence
And now nothing's ringing true
But tonight I need you"









