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I hide behind cardboard ceilings walls and feelings searing idols collide find ask me why they trust the words we throw I feel the wood and leaves at my hands and feet and they are real to me got the best and found he who lies and cover in a soapbox mound where the standing shout
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
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I hide behind cardboard ceilings walls and feelings searing idols collide find ask me why they trust the words we throw I feel the wood and leaves at my hands and feet and they are real to me got the best and found he who lies and cover in a soapbox mound where the standing shout
michael-mclean
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
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