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Losing the difference in the grand design Without a kiss from another kind or the oral tradition It's been months since I last looked behind and felt sorta lucky Or last imagined myself in a bed with a girl who likes me Some soft perfume in your eyesight fills me up with some raven desire to take control of how your time unfolds My genes are bruise steepers they're valiant cut keepers and in my soupy potential I'll find I've wasted too much time.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
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Losing the difference in the grand design Without a kiss from another kind or the oral tradition It's been months since I last looked behind and felt sorta lucky Or last imagined myself in a bed with a girl who likes me Some soft perfume in your eyesight fills me up with some raven desire to take control of how your time unfolds My genes are bruise steepers they're valiant cut keepers and in my soupy potential I'll find I've wasted too much time.
nathan-burgess
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
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