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you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul.
(built of milk and flesh so meek and mild but i know, if you'd lived you'd have grown to be wild)
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you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul.
(built of milk and flesh so meek and mild but i know, if you'd lived you'd have grown to be wild)
1 comment on you are a runner and i am my father's son
sammywithdean May 05, 2016
I'm not even halfway and I'm crying. I love it. I can imagine dean so well with these songs and without Sam. :(((
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