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looking out into the street there's a line a mile long i haven't even opened yet there must be something wrong the line it stretches round the block it doesn't make much sense i feel a riot may break out i start getting rather tense the phone is ringing off the hook i amazed at things i hear i've never had a thought like that i tell them 'stick it in your ear they tell me, mate, that's just the point i tell them to go on i'm a paint store for the colour blind i'm not a *** salon for days the calls keep coming i don't know what to say i just run a small paint shop known as fifty shades of grey
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
A Paint Shop For The Colour Blind
looking out into the street there's a line a mile long i haven't even opened yet there must be something wrong the line it stretches round the block it doesn't make much sense i feel a riot may break out i start getting rather tense the phone is ringing off the hook i amazed at things i hear i've never had a thought like that i tell them 'stick it in your ear they tell me, mate, that's just the point i tell them to go on i'm a paint store for the colour blind i'm not a *** salon for days the calls keep coming i don't know what to say i just run a small paint shop known as fifty shades of grey
fifty shades of grey be ******
#paint#of#grey#shades#fifty
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
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