Bring Me The Horizon. This Is What The Edge Of Your Seat Was Made For. Who Wants Flowers When You're Dead? Nobody. Bring my die horison. Dit is wat die rand van jou stoel is gemaak vir. Wie Blomme Wil Wanneer jy dood? Niemand.
... : A cherry sunset blossoms, But we're not there to watch it fall, On the vacant canvas, we should be waiting, With our face down on the grass, Staring
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