We are the Fall
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No boxes for us.
Do not fuck us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
as if from heaven.
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- Wed Apr 30 2003 at 16:34:29 (15.2 years ago )
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- mission drive within everything
- just to write better
- a kind heart vs. sentiment / early 90s indie
- faceless corporate fiends
- "we can beat the storm"
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