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I've never been at a loss for words but sometimes I'm quiet some people talk too much I just can't afford to buy it words are just words if you don't know how to say them you might be seeing raindrops but the weatherman just sprays them to trick us into thinking that our world is actually blue and we follow the footsteps of all these empty shoes if you're looking for the truth then you'd follow bare feet mostly in the woods sometimes in the street they don't leave a mark on everyone they meet but if you follow the smell well, the taste is pretty sweet
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May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
diamonds in the souls of her shoes
I've never been at a loss for words but sometimes I'm quiet some people talk too much I just can't afford to buy it words are just words if you don't know how to say them you might be seeing raindrops but the weatherman just sprays them to trick us into thinking that our world is actually blue and we follow the footsteps of all these empty shoes if you're looking for the truth then you'd follow bare feet mostly in the woods sometimes in the street they don't leave a mark on everyone they meet but if you follow the smell well, the taste is pretty sweet
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May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
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