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November 17, 2007
We will battle the streets of Paris feeling new life feeling careless. We will battle the streets of Amsterdam in our new skins, new awareness. We will run through our old town like a color like a flood, we will run in search of missing links to our selves in search of new blood. We will stand beneath the towers of trees, ancient history, we will hold our breath in the first instant then release with such new ease. We will tear through the streets of Berlin, of Budapest and Marrakech; we will get the best of this life yet.