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Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom frantic beats in the dark of the night no light in sight. my heart beats Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom take me away fairy duster of thoughts with your promises of fairy tales and god mothers with wands. my heart beats Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom quickens. the footsteps in my ears echoes through my head the dread of a life of shouts, terrors, drained beer bottles with napkin coozies. Bombom Bombom Bombom my heart beat quickens. i won't be you with your needles and your lines and your maybe next times your promises and failures your ***** *** 60 dollar trailers. i'm not your ***** OR your daughter not your plastic little dolly i ain't here to give your life a reason to help you pass the seasons. i'm a woman, a mother, not a **** under covers i'm no coward or saint with every gosh **** word I paint a reason, a rhyme a purpose for time to escape your thumb your legacy your guilt and tragedy. Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom My heart beats a drum Like the wings of a bird Carrying away the pain of yesterday. My heart beats.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
Reasons to run: yesterday
Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom frantic beats in the dark of the night no light in sight. my heart beats Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom take me away fairy duster of thoughts with your promises of fairy tales and god mothers with wands. my heart beats Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom quickens. the footsteps in my ears echoes through my head the dread of a life of shouts, terrors, drained beer bottles with napkin coozies. Bombom Bombom Bombom my heart beat quickens. i won't be you with your needles and your lines and your maybe next times your promises and failures your ***** *** 60 dollar trailers. i'm not your ***** OR your daughter not your plastic little dolly i ain't here to give your life a reason to help you pass the seasons. i'm a woman, a mother, not a **** under covers i'm no coward or saint with every gosh **** word I paint a reason, a rhyme a purpose for time to escape your thumb your legacy your guilt and tragedy. Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom My heart beats a drum Like the wings of a bird Carrying away the pain of yesterday. My heart beats.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
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