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good-for-nothin' belly-aching, belly-up collapsed into a puddle, i drip into the gutter can't separate my colors. past art is perverted, salt-saturated drops have made my vision run i am the river that i cannot cross if you won't be my stepping stone, i'll meet you down-stream.
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
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good-for-nothin' belly-aching, belly-up collapsed into a puddle, i drip into the gutter can't separate my colors. past art is perverted, salt-saturated drops have made my vision run i am the river that i cannot cross if you won't be my stepping stone, i'll meet you down-stream.
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
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