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No music, no friends, Just a notebook, Myself, and a pen Under the purple sky. Never again did I beg For the sake of watching love Run on white legs Under the purple sky. I traded distortion for reverb With one gas tank And earrings with birds Under the purple sky. I brushed aside wrong answers In favor of questions To watch a team like dancers Under the purple sky. I don't regret the ocean, But standing by that pond Was both devotion and demotion Under the purple sky.
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC
The Corpse of Carpe Diem
No music, no friends, Just a notebook, Myself, and a pen Under the purple sky. Never again did I beg For the sake of watching love Run on white legs Under the purple sky. I traded distortion for reverb With one gas tank And earrings with birds Under the purple sky. I brushed aside wrong answers In favor of questions To watch a team like dancers Under the purple sky. I don't regret the ocean, But standing by that pond Was both devotion and demotion Under the purple sky.
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC
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