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someday she'll teach herself how to get past all this ********* sentimentalism she inherited from her mother until then its              want   want                  want & can't have when you go for so long giving & never getting back only to find that recently the receiver has some kind of heart for repayment but you don't know where it lies & you'll never ask for the dreadful, dreadful fear of the consequence well, then you start to go a little bit crazy & the things that no one should ever know start to shimmy out of the carefully manufactured woodwork we call self-preservation its a lonely lonely                                             lonely night in the prairie
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
.friday night.
someday she'll teach herself how to get past all this ********* sentimentalism she inherited from her mother until then its              want   want                  want & can't have when you go for so long giving & never getting back only to find that recently the receiver has some kind of heart for repayment but you don't know where it lies & you'll never ask for the dreadful, dreadful fear of the consequence well, then you start to go a little bit crazy & the things that no one should ever know start to shimmy out of the carefully manufactured woodwork we call self-preservation its a lonely lonely                                             lonely night in the prairie
so come sing a song with me
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33/F/American
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
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