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I'm on the run One hundred and fifteen Miles per hour Day after day My bad person manifesto Crescendos into a snorkel Just below the surface The stars map out The way from you to me The smell is free But to see There is a small fee. A debt circle Encircles entwines ensnares Stare blindly at the slop I'm on the run And I can't stop
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
One hundred and fifteen
I'm on the run One hundred and fifteen Miles per hour Day after day My bad person manifesto Crescendos into a snorkel Just below the surface The stars map out The way from you to me The smell is free But to see There is a small fee. A debt circle Encircles entwines ensnares Stare blindly at the slop I'm on the run And I can't stop
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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