Michigan Gang

Friends and ChoicesI see my friend She is standing in the middleFriends and Choices
Of the train-tracks
I can see and hear The train rushing towards her I'm to far to pull her away
She has three choices
Jump to oneside Into the sharp rocks And gravel
Jump to the otherside Into the soft, warm Lush grass
Or, She could stand there And let the train Crush her
The choice is her's
But what type of friend Would I be If I didn't at least Yell "JUMP!"
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Du är värdelös och jag vill att du dör.
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Du är värdelös och jag vill att du dör.
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Loves you.
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Loves you.
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Loves you.
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Death is only the begining.
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