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Dont Care, Dont Breathe


This old song has always been my favorite, I don't know why, but I guess it's because I never knew I could wrote some thing like this. The progression from the reggae-like groove to the hard distortion-ed chorus never fail to bring up that ol' shiver down my spine. Enjoy!


http://soundcloud.com/redhandedsagittarian/dont-care-dont-breathe

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