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tired of you dancin,' with somebody else, our mirror's vision, refelcts somebody else, fires burning, what the ****** hell, your desires live, on rancid shelves. thank you for my tilted dreams, as desperate elbows fall, the way my corner leans. thank you for waves that come and get, my undertow, the things i can't admit. buried words lying to your waist, your quicksand stomach, some things i can't embrace. better hurry, save your face, your lit cigarette, smokes like the ace of spades. feed the trip,        conduct amends, take these pills,        undress your sins, fake the real, it's just the tip, corner pocket, my eight ball's lens. so tired of you dancin' with somebody else.
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Smoking Sleeves the Ace of Spades
tired of you dancin,' with somebody else, our mirror's vision, refelcts somebody else, fires burning, what the ****** hell, your desires live, on rancid shelves. thank you for my tilted dreams, as desperate elbows fall, the way my corner leans. thank you for waves that come and get, my undertow, the things i can't admit. buried words lying to your waist, your quicksand stomach, some things i can't embrace. better hurry, save your face, your lit cigarette, smokes like the ace of spades. feed the trip,        conduct amends, take these pills,        undress your sins, fake the real, it's just the tip, corner pocket, my eight ball's lens. so tired of you dancin' with somebody else.
Elliott- We need to somehow incorporate musical arrangements or at least a rhythmic measure to these words. I need what's in my head to be what's heard. Think HP meets spotify and then let your algorithms sort out the rest. Love you!
#elliott#help
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
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