How do you live? How do you breathe?
When you are here we're suffocating
You want to feel love, run through bad blood
Tell me is this where you give it all up?
For us you have to sue them all
But the writing's on the wall
Dear The Independent, I apologise for any inconvenience caused but due to the fact you didn't even challenge my PayPal case because you ...
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