When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry. — Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry. — Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry. — Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry. — Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry. — Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
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When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

— Adam Selzer, I Kissed a Zombie, and I Liked It
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