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January 20th, 2008 at 1:45am
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rihanna - firebomb |
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seems cold, but baby, no, it doesn't have to be. microwaving our metal tragedy, watching it burn and it's beautiful and it's blue and it's pitiful when it's through, it's the other half of me. i didn't do it, you lit the match for me, now we're flying from the blast, baby, that's the thing, where we're going, we don't need no brakes, can't wait to see your face when your front windows break and i come crashing through. the lovers need to clear the road cause this thing is ready to blow. i just wanna set you on fire, so i won't have to burn alone, then you'll know where i'm coming from. firebomb.
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