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2003-11-24 @ 4:51 p.m. �Airlock Sickness� When your blood, Seems not to pump so hard. When she�s not around, Your soul seems to be bound. Your wings clipped, And your feet planted. You know you�ve lost, And at what a cost. You have to add to the list, To remember this: The sun will always come up tomorrow, And sunshine will always drown out sorrow. Scratch the wall || 0 scratches on the wall. fade away - materialize |