Got Some Nerve, Like Pulling Tooth-es
- story THE FADER
Now I’m knee deep in the concrete/ Like the streets made of quicksand/ Beyond deep/ I got a chemical romance, two left feet/ So now I dance with the devil/ Please G-O-D/ Save me from the black parade, release me…
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